The sound of Mope is that of a film noir soundtrack, with mournful jazz boosted by dark images, shady figures and thick plots. Of cigarettes and whisky and a troubled and faded singer in asking for a smoke at the bar, where a neatly dressed bartender pretends not to hear the things whispered in his ear, unless you give him the right prize. You know the type of film probably, they’re great atmospheric pieces of art.