Yonathan Peled, Dandi & Tal Mashiach Create a Cozy Jazz-Soul Soundscape in “French Toast”
Steam lifts off a porcelain cup as trombonist-producer Yonathan Peled releases “French Toast,” a hush-lit reverie co-crafted with composer-producer Tal Mashiach and vocalist Dandi, where Retro Soul leans into R&B’s velvet hush. The track moves at winter’s pace—slow, certain, generous—its chill piano chords nesting inside cozy drums and tender bass, while Peled’s trombone warms the air like a brass fireplace. Dandi’s vocal, all satin grain and careful glow, threads through the arrangement with unhurried clarity; even the rests feel affectionate.
Mixed by Aaron Nevzie at The Bunker Studio, NYC (Brad Mehldau, Brian Blade) and mastered by Alex Deturk (David Bowie, D’Angelo, John Batiste), the record leaves space for breath and brushwork; nothing crowds, everything converses. The trombone never grandstands—it murmurs—blending with the melody until instrument and memory feel interchangeable.
Lyrically, the piece domesticates romance into ritual. “French toast and cup of tea,” “watching the snow,” and dawn-leaning vows sketch intimacy as a practice rather than a performance. The refrain deepens, persuading the ear that real devotion is quiet upkeep: warmth refilled, plates shared, mornings kept sacred. The feel? Calmer than the city, lighter than late night. Shoulders descend; the room softens; your pulse synchronizes to a gentle ride cymbal. “French Toast” is less a song than a room you enter—lamplight low, steam curving from the mug, someone you love close enough to hear the smile. Play it while the kettle thinks, and let everything unnecessary drift to the windowpane.
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