The fundamental texture of Melody Prochet’s voice rings clean and delicate–an anti-diva, expressive in her elegant range and unwavering accuracy. The echo applied to her voice is pillowy, a cumulus cloud damply evaporating up into a bright sun. Set in a flurry of zip zappy synth sounds, Melody’s Echo Chamber sounds dreamy, but it’s more atmospheric than psychedelic: The feeling is like being lost in an overwhelmingly vivid daydream, not like you're tripping balls.
Melody’s Echo Chamber is the French singer-songwriter’s . . .
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