So Sixties and so unreal. So unreal the way he elevated himself and his dancers in spandex masks to be the general aesthetic standard of his current album Sleepwalking. Mixed with an exceptional penchant for flitting, fading out sounds, the music creates the perfect environment for a little loose dancing. Imagine a disco fifty years ago – back then called the dance hall – and the dancing is choreographed. Now beam this scenario into the modern age, put Jonathan Bree in the middle and let the Kiwi croon away; wistful, melancholic, and out of this world.
Text: Mario Corpataux