Sans any overarching pastiche, there are mood-bending elements harkening back to the orchestration of Piero Piccioni’s iconic scoring, with fragments of a reoccuring piano waltz swagger and lofty excursions of incandescent soundscapes. Like an unearthed library relic or weathered OST recorded by a savant like Sven Wunder, Foutu Félin effortlessly fuels that ambition to get the hypothetical projector rolling.