"If Giorgio Moroder called Donna Summer right now, her ringtone would probably be Sister Mantos’ “SHPSHFTER.”
"Divine, screwed-up thump ... weird, wistful disco"
"concrete beats and the distant glimmer of a perverted electro-pop jewel blending into the spectre of an Ibiza piano"
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"seems to pay a lot more attention to the texture of songs than your average laptopper usually does...Mantos knows how to write and execute pretty complex arrangements and most of all he achieves a sound that doesn't come off as too plastic or digital"
I finally got the chance to catch up with Sister Mantos when I saw them live a few nights ago here in London, as I’ve been quite intrigued by the LA group ever since stumbling across their eschewed gender-fluid disco-pop a while back. The show was pretty much a carbon-copy what I imagined it would be: someone elaborately cloaked as a grand oracle occasionally hitting a sampler, a dude in fig leaves and a leotard frolicking around and not doing anything in particular, and a hobbit-sized, spandex-clad, blond-wigged frontman grinding out sweat-stained moves. It could all be easily written off as awkward parody, if it wasn’t steeped in such a irresistibly care-free, inviting feeling of celebration and sincere positivity, directed exclusively at good old fashioned entertainment and devoid of any nagging irony or self-consciousness.
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