2004, Astralwerks
The follow-up to Phoenix's smash United, which became a bestseller due to the band's inclusion in Sofia Coppola's movie, Lost In Translation. Like its predecessor, Alphabetical is once again an ambitious and groundbreaking musical hybrid, drawing on hip-hop and R&B rhythms, acoustic soul and rock. Add to that the seductive voice of Thomas Mars (who sang on Air's classic song "Playground Love"), the production smarts of Tony Hoffer (Beck, Turin Brakes, Air), and some outstanding songwriting, and you have an album that further establishes this Parisian quartet as one of the most talented contemporary European bands.
Tracklisting
Disc 1
| 1 | Everything Is Everything | PLAY |
| 2 | Run Run Run | PLAY |
| 3 | I'm an Actor | PLAY |
| 4 | Love for Granted | PLAY |
| 5 | Victim of the Crime | PLAY |
| 6 | (You Can't Blame It On) Anybody | PLAY |
| 7 | Congratulations | PLAY |
| 8 | If It's Not With You | PLAY |
| 9 | Holdin' on Together | PLAY |
| 10 | Alphabetical | PLAY |
| 11 | Diary of Alphabetical [*][Multimedia Track] |
Customer Reviews




Ian I first heard this album riding around in my friends car and quickly fell in love with the laid back pop-electronica sound. Unfortunately, he never seemed to get past the second track. "I'm sure it must be this good throughout," I thought to myself, as I plunked down some hard-earned cash on the record store counter. And indeed, there was a euphoric feeling as I slipped the cd into my player in the car and "Everything is Everything" came on. It's a great song: Great hook, great beat, great everything (no pun included). "Run Run Run" was next. "God, even better," I thought, as I drummed my steering wheel to the beat. Then the rest of the album came on. And that euphoric feeling suddenly became that sour-bitter taste in your mouth when you realize that you have just been had. It isn't that the rest of the album is terrible (well parts of it are), it just sounds incredibly dated (and not in that hipster retro way either). Of course it might just be that the rest of the album pales in comparison to that opening one-two punch. Ah well, c'est la vie.



