Two years after their debut *Summer Light*, an album driven by its excellent eponymous song, the Bordeaux-based trio broadens its horizons and wears sunglasses in dim antechambers. More meticulous and richer in its harmonic lines, sharper in its choices, airier with a pronounced focus on keyboards. Tample expresses itself in its own way while honoring the bands it admires. It's WhoMadeWho cuddling Isaac Delusion, Hot Chip passionately kissing Jungle, The Parcels embracing New Order. It's also the collision of variable-angle tension and efficiency, of the dance floor and the after-party. Nostalgia in motion, modern, flexible, never overwhelming, ready to assert its freshness.