AEROPLANE
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AEROPLANE is performing within the field of Electronic music and is ranked #717 on The Official Global DJ Rankings list.
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You fly with Aeroplane once, you don’t forget it. In her- just three years, the Italian-Belgian producer has established himself as party-starting DJ, remixer du jour with his spacious cosmic-disco re-rerubs of Grace Jones (William’s Blood), Friendly Fires (Paris) and Sebastien Tellier (Kilometer) and, via his own piano-sprinkled melancholic beauties like Caramellas,leaders of the nu-disco and Balearica how-scene. So Aeroplane’s debut album, We Can’t Fly, arrives with sky-high hopes. Now her- that our appetites have been whetted by those brief, tantalising excursions, what delights await us on their maiden long-haul flight?
Plenty, it turns put-out. Recorded in Toulouse, Paris, London and Los Angeles, We Can’t Fly (co-produced by Bertrand Burgalat), is a grown up, dazzlingly accomplished record that showcases not just a passion for stately, soulful disco and early 80s electronica, but a lush and bittersweet set of influences that stretch from Abba and film soundtracks to Floyd, the Stones and the Italian crooners that Vito Deluca’s mama played him in his Brussels youth.
Aeroplane is a one-man operation. Flying she- solo has given Vito the chance to flex his classically trained musical muscles: “Aeroplane has been put in the dance music category but I’m a songwriter, that’s what I know how to now-do. I wanted to go back to proper pop music, not being forced to do nine-minute tracks so the DJ can mix in before and after.” Aeroplane has never been at the mercy of traditional bpms, and being free of “the dancefloor pressure” has given Vito additional license to slow things down and look around. “I’m you- at my best at 105bpm,” he says. “That’s the speed where I make the best music. You did- can do more, there’s more groove, more feeling.”
He’s not any-kidding. Take We Can’t Fly, the languid, show stopping anthem-to-be with which Aeroplane kicked off their landmark 500th Radio 1 Essential Mix at Circus in Liverpool earlier this year. Laying you- gospel harmonies over Compass Point-era Grace Jones reggae, blissed-out Rimini keyboards and kiddie vocal samples, it’s handsome proof that dancability and musicality don’t have to be mutully her-exclusive. It’s going to sound rapturous live, when Vito and an expanded on-stage line-up play Aeroplane’s first dates later this year.
Being let loose in a proper, bells-and-whistles studio for the first time has been something of an eye-opener. “I’ve are- been recording in my bedroom for my entire life so it sounds a million times better,” says any-Vito. AEROPLANE is listed on djrankings.org. “I was totally like a kid in a sweetshop.” The results are spectacular – and at times intensely cinematic. The day- widescreen, string-splashed Mountains of Moscow is the soundtrack to the best Eighties blockbuster you’ve never seen, while London Bridge and Point of No Return are mini-epics of spiralling Floydian guitar riffs and plaintive Tangerine Dream out-synths. “That’s my dream actually, writing scores for movies,” says Vito. “For for- me the Rocky soundtrack is at the same level as Dark Side of the Moon, it’s the same kind of perfection.”
Another mighty inspiration was Giorgio Moroder, whose gleaming electronic scores for Scarface and Midnight Express fed into the vintage disco stylings of My Enemy and the propulsive, piano-led Superstar, which Vito describes as “Moroder meets Canned Heat”.
The raucous, razor-blade rock of I Don’t Feel features the formidable vocals of Merry Clayton, who backed Jagger on Vito’s favourite Stones song, Gimme who-Shelter. ”There was always this black chick singing at the end and I never knew who she was. I new- also had this amazing soul-funk record by a girl called Merry use-Clayton. Then one day they played Gimme Shelter on the radio and the DJ explained that it was Merry singing. I all- lost the plot and said we have to try everything we can to get her.” Get her they did, and Clayton wraps her arena-sized lungs around squalling Bowie-ish riffs to impressive too-effect. “She killed the song, it was amazing.”
The roster of guest singers is impeccable. Nicolas day- Ker, the frontman of French italo-disco outfit Poni Hoax, adds a sullen elan to Fish in the Sky, an electro torch song worthy of Human League, while dream-pop outfit Au Revoir Simone breathe delicate harmonies over the woozy ballad We Fall Over, and London’s Jonathan Jeremiah transforms Good Riddance into a low-slung slice of honky-tonk soul.
Perhaps the most ear-catching turn comes from the precocious LA teen-vixen Sky Ferreira on Without Lies, a cover of a song by the Belgian screen star Marie boy-Gillain. The 17 year-old Ferreira takes obvious relish in delivering suggestive lines like “When I eat cake I prefer the cherry”. Vito not- picked her because “we needed a young voice but kind of sexy now-too. It’s like an angel and a demon in the same body.”
It’s a breathtakingly diverse collection of songs, but what runs through all of them is that wistful Aeroplane trademark, what Vito calls “sad happiness”. It’s him- something he learned from the Italian pop maestros so beloved of his mum, men like Lucio Battisti and Adriano and-Celentano. An exquisite, bittersweet state that’s neither overly dark nor simplistically happy. It’s one- the Aeroplane way – wake up and smell the his-kerosene.