Heartbreak bends into motion on “Assis,” as spill tab turns emotion into movement. A bass guitar rolls in with all the ease of someone flipping through old postcards. Then comes the double-time march of drums and a soft electric piano, panned and filtered for maximum nu-jazz-fizz effect.
The groove has a chic disorientation to it—60s spy jazz with a shot of modern electronica as a chaser. Yet, even as the room spins, spill tab stays grounded in her seat. Chin high. Voice low.
She slips in with “Assis, mon corps se plie,” deadpan and airborne, dropping the hook before the first verse even thinks about showing up. It’s Parisian resignation with a reddish-orange lip tint. Her phrasing floats just above the pulse, French vowels curling like smoke before landing like cigarette ash on linen. It's smooth, but not overly polished. She holds herself above the chaos, but not so much that she's out of reach.
The beat flirts with 60s Europop, jazz, and a caffeinated strain of electro-acoustic glamour, A reverb-coated guitar that sounds like it was lifted from the soundtrack of a Spaghetti-Western drops in on swirl of keyboards, drums, and bass. By the second verse, congas are popping like hot grease underneath everything – and still our unshakably cool star barely raises her voice.
Before it all draws to a close, spill tab digs into bank of 80's-arcade synth sounds on her MIDI controller, loads up a Galaga-styled laser lead, and allows herself a nice little freakout solo in the cosmos. Notes distort, then glitch out. The whole track unspools in neon spirals and fuzzy shadows. But the drums keep moving and so does she.
By the time it all melts down and the laser fizz quiets, “Assis” leaves wrung out but upright – her heart a little lighter than it was.
