1197 Dundas Street West Toronto
Phèdre = Lovers from Monaco, raised in a cave of gold.
Loosely inspired by both Greek mythology (Phaedre, daughter of Minos and Pasiphë) and the Nancy Sinatra/Lee Hazelwood duet “Some Velvet Morning”, the seeds for Phèdre were sown in an attic, over three late summer nights and hundreds of bottles of cheap wine.
“The group’s playfully dark, sweetly romantic, and often strangely affecting jams recall the warped AM avant-pop vibes of Ariel Pink, John Maus, Molly Nilsson, and the like, except these guys sound like they’re genuinely having a blast all the time, and it’s extremely infectious.” – Chris Cantalini, Gorilla vs. Bear
“[A] mutant hybrid of several different types of sounds – of Montreal’s freaked-out glam, the AM-radio baritone blur of Ariel Pink, and a dash of the cheekiness contained in Tom Tom Clib’s “Genius of Love”, for good measure — but it’s Phèdre’s charming mash of these signifiers that make the song rise above mere pastiche.” – Larry Fitzmaurice, Pitchfork
“With their heady mix of vocals (an awesome baritone among them), fuzzy production values and a taste for infectious rhythm, Phèdre seem to be making it up as they go along. So it follows that they’ve recorded one of the most exciting and skewed pop records of 2012 – end of.” – Marnie Reed, Bowlegs
“The songs are undeniably pretty electronic pop, but also disorientating, woozy and vaguely unsettling: picture an artsy loft party where far too many are on LSD and removing clothing at an alarming rate.” – Benjamin Boles, NOW
“[The] album is the classy-meets-trashy equivalent of chugging pinot noir straight from the box… Wickedly warped found-sound pop.” – Erik Leijon, Montreal Mirror
“[O]ne can do nothing but feel helpless in the face of nearly perfect pop experimentalism.” – Luca Morellato, Exclaim!