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London’s ascendant pop agitator Babymorocco released the deluxe version of his debut album “Amour: The Jean Paul Deluxe” Where Amour was a hyper-emotional thrill ride – trashy, euphoric, decadent – its deluxe counterpart introduces a ghost in the mirror: Jean Paul. 

Babymorocco is a singular voice in experimental pop and club music, blending hyper-emotional songwriting with a palette drawn from early 2000s dance, French electro, 2-step, and hardcore. His debut album Amour, executive produced by Frost Children, is a 16-track odyssey through the outer edges of pure pop structures breaking down into club intensity, big feelings warped through blown-out speakers, sugar highs, and ego death. 

Now comes Amour (Jean Paul Edition), a four-track prelude and postscript to Amour, and the formal arrival of its central figure. Jean Paul is not a remix. He’s not a bonus track. “He’s a rupture. A split. A mirror cracked!!” as Babymorocco explains. Jean Paul is part club, part ghost, part theory. Inspired by performance artists like Nikki S. Lee, who immersed herself into subcultures and became the subject, Babymorocco builds characters as both self-erasure and self-expansion.

“I’ve been shaping the character of Jean Paul for some time now. He’s a projection, a persona, a dissociative fantasy, both an escape and a spotlight. He’s everything Babymorocco isn’t allowed to be. Jean Paul is more delicate, more erratic, more effeminate, more romantic. People often impose characters onto me so I’ve begun creating them myself. 

Jean Paul allows me to step into a heightened version of the emotional spaces I couldn’t fully access as Babymorocco. The deluxe version is, in a way, a psychological architecture: Jean Paul as an alter ego, a ghost in the club mirror, the melancholic dancer spinning beneath the strobe. If they hate Babymorocco, maybe they’ll love Jean Paul.”

Every Babymorocco release is the life cycle of a persona: conceived, revealed, erased. Jean Paul is the body behind Amour. Not a symbol. Not a metaphor. Flesh and feeling. The deluxe marks his arrival and, with it, the inevitability of his demise.