Cocosuma have changed. The dulcet vocal lines are now cooed by a new femme fatale - Amanda, a fanciful Londoner, now brings her sweet psychedelia to the songs. Her voice is elegant, flitting between sexy, gravel-gargled tones and light, meaningful expression. She encapsulates that typical modern girl that one comes across in Sofia Coppola‚Äôs movies: a hazy heroin, na?Øve yet fast and capable of switching from jokes to melancholy within a (heart)beat. As the writer of the dreamy Cinders, she duly becomes all the more charming. But there‚Äôs more to it: lately, Cocosuma have shown that they have become a really compelling live act. Chab and Michel, denied their electro effects, have decided to rely, very simply, on the band‚Äôs live energy, which comes as naturally to them as a bee to honey. Thanks to their foray into live sets, Cocosuma‚Äôs music has become still more arresting, but fear not! The tremendous trio haven‚Äôt lost their taste for elaborate production, 60‚Äôs pop musicians (from The Band to The Zombies‚Ķ) and their heirs (Midlake or Peter, Bjorn & John), analogue techniques and sophisticated arrangements. Cocosuma remains faithful to its dreamy and sincere pop, mixing an introspective naivety with clear melodies and feverish atmospheres. Cocosuma‚Äôs music is composed of flames and electricity, those solitary nocturnal moments and joyful accelerations with tracks that crackle, bounce, enchant and bewitch.