VU D'UN CHIEN

3 years to wonder if it was going to continue, 3 years to know if the band was going to give us something, 3 years! 1Les Temps Modernes for this nod to the labors of Hercules, to the mad world in which Charlot was immersed in his time, a bold, incisive, modern sound at the start of a new decade; a guitarist with Robert who leaves on solos and a hard riff, the Ange before is gone, long live Ange; Didier on bass reinforces the fat sound and these modern times made me capsize, me who only sees prog with a little heavy so as not to fall asleep during concerts with vintage 2 Les Lorgnons all this for a story of badly fitted glasses; a text you remember, you have the right to dream, to retie your shoes, the slap I still remember; Francis is softer, it's good like that Robert puts himself more in evidence; good in the courtyard of the school, by the way, did you find them? A solo from behind the fagots stamped Ange with the spleen hanging on, Jean-Pierre always taps delicately and by the way, here is a weird slip... 3 Leave Me Alone! for those who are not happy... Ange tries to extricate itself from words and evils like many bands and finally releases an album, then; a little boogie with this soft keyboard line; here I offer you a whiskey that too I loved when I started to taste, the outro that you don't know if it's the end or the beginning of the next title, that too is prog and... Give me a break 4 I Work Without Net for the slap; the slap not the baffle we agree, in addition I would have to dust them off, in short prog metal with a riff à la Scorpions immense, brilliant, bombastic... shut up I drank too much... all is said , I had told him to taste he wouldn't be there slipping on the rope, without bad alcohol; the title that I put back tirelessly to incorporate myself somehow, always a word that recalls a time of Angel... and the other idiot there who shines his spotlight while I'm alone on the rope to type words just for fun; well I haven't lost I'm listening to this album again in stereo and I'm thinking about Scorpions again, I like it...The chorus that doesn't stop, a bit winded there... and then the cathedral organ and then the guitar enjoyable, and then this beat, and then this bass, another riff, this rise... the prog blood flows of course inside and there you forget everything, you close your eyes and you dream... until the final synth which keeps you awake 5 Switzerland ... side B missed, yet I like it I even have a Swiss friend; too monolithic not intoxicating enough I listen to it in search of this bizarre solo, Francis in a dance hall who just tries his hand at it and the chorus sailing endlessly; the sax that comforts me in this mouth-hole title, oh a shame to write it, no I live it like that, I say it 6 Person Au Bout Du Fil between the boogie, the last Asia and the fat sound of the album; a new genre that you had to dare not to fall like the other dinos; the progueux will still criticize, the metalheads who pass there will recognize in Robert a good frontman; yes I've always liked the guitar solos that gave me the temperature of the album, in short you don't say anything you don't listen anymore... but our lives are at stake, go answer, answer, answer no one? 7 Pour Un Rien for the Genesis nursery rhyme, just to tackle those who say that Ange didn't do it... but there's no harm, this piece is divine, short that I wish it lasted , short that I have the words that come out, especially when it comes to going through his body... and before the tarantulas; the synth solo on a 'Ripples' for those who dare to compare for a few moments, beauty in bars, in K7, intimate, it only takes a little to be happy 8 Vu D'un Chien déboule, good 6 mn we hope; the synth pads and the guitar à la Crichton from Saga, yes I like to think of another band while listening to these notes; well, we're talking about a wagging tail, wow, it's hot... not dirtying the seats, wow, not licking the paint on his mistress, wow, it's really hot... a prog title like you imagine with latent phase, rise, plateau phase and musical orgasm; it changes you have to adapt and not stay in the 70s so there I am satisfied, there is to the marrow bone to be happy and to wag this damn tail... that's it the explosion is there , nervous, heavy with applause, everything is there and biting the postman I like it, burglars eat them it would be better... stunning at first listen.