On the Horizon: Cold In Koudlam's Lonely Hotel Room.

"His lips smell like the ocean, his eyes are like dolphin ones, his body is one of a modern statue, his music is golden ruins and mountain summit visions at night, he believes that poverty in Africa can save the world."

Judging by that sentiment, besides the above promo shot of Parisian (gulp) Gwenhael Navarro, aka Koudlam, you'd probably be more likely to lock him up than away in his bedroom. Yet that wouldn't be all that productive for anyone now, would it? Tonight, the B-side to See You All, released yesterday on Luv Records cross-pollinates a distinct nonchalance with panpipe interludes and cowboy calls swiped from Morricone soundtrack, all over a warm synth refrain reminiscent of a certain Fat Segal track. Bonus points for recalling our attention to TTC.
  Koudlam - Tonight by Toast Press

Koudlam's gloriously rudimentary Myspace.