Cineplexx: "Mejor"

From a record that took a mere twelve years to collate, Sebastian Litmanovich at long, long, long last releases a sort of Best Of album. These aren’t the Cineplexx A-Sides, you see, they’re a medley of the Argentine graphic designer’s more peculiar moments: the thirteen brightest demos and trinkets from his six installments to date. “Mejor,” however, is the newly-recorded lure, the one the fans will isolate from the download and be keen to get acquainted with. And talk about jewel in the crown: the dreamy haze and Spanish pop fit the recent hot weather like a glove, leaving me with a strong urge to say, “fuck it” and head to the beach. As bronzed and decadent as Richard Hawley and with more than just a little hint of hula, “Mejor”‘s lazy chords and unstressed snare drums are just what the doctor ordered—something to take your mind off the bad shit besieging the world at the moment. In his floaty lilt from the heart of Barcelona, Litmanovich conjures the dream sounds of sixties chill, transporting you to a time where open convertibles and free love flowed like the warm summer sun. It might sound a little fey to the white knuckle gang, but given that there’s not much flowing at the minute except for the steady spread of pig disease, I know where I’d rather be.