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The story of how CocoRosie came to be is now indie-legend. Two sisters separated at an early age, reunited in a distant land with music as one of their common traits despite years of separatinon. Only one is an opera student and the other is a folk and hip hop gypsy (or something like that). They cram into a tiny apartment in Paris and somehow record an album there for their friends. And let me tell you, a small apartment in Paris is so minimalist that a clumsy salad-toss in the kitchen results in a greens-covered bed. So how the sisters recorded an entire album in such cramped quarters is beyond me. I read something about the bathtub being used as the singing booth? Whatever, the point is what came out of that bathtub: in "La Maison de Mon Reve" ("The Home of My Dreams", a fitting title from girls stuck in a Paris apartment) CocoRosie created a hauntingly magical album out of simple instruments and a variety of noise-making toys and gadgets, and their opposing yet sisterly voices. The magic of the album is that it is so eminently likeable despite its lo-fi qualities and the fact that it is so utterly different from anything out there. And that's not just me talking, CocoRosie is gaining in popularity like few off-the-wall bands have managed.
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