EMPTY

1. Time to Turn the Page intimate beach to set the scene with the warm, dark organ 2. End of Their Road with this latency which takes me back to the works of Jeff Buckley for the decadent, melancholic rock air, full of sensitivity 3. Harbinger of Sorrow and 4. He's Not Me give off a lively, flayed atmosphere, on a redundant spleen crescendo, the Floydian guitar on a squeaky slide guitar 5. Black & White on a mid-tempo which leers on the depressive moribund air between Cohen and Gilmour; but it is indeed Kristoffer's voice to give a feeling of warm twilight coldness 6. Down We Go for the first of the 2 long pieces, a soft, ethereal crescendo with a fabulous guitar solo as the climax that would make the great David pale; sublime piece, especially if the person no longer plays Floyd songs.

7. Turn It All Around with a fluid sound, frolicking on the works of the Magyar Posse; musical poetry, languorous violin, a nugget that eyes its rise towards a cheerful Philip Glass 8. Means to an End for the spine-chilling symphonic climb 9.Beautiful Decay piano and slide guitar from Louisiana, dark folk rock again, yes it is by going to the depths of the bayous that we can find hope; the organ helps, the violin too and we start dancing arm in arm to ward off bad luck; title to listen to in good mental condition 10. The Brittle Man for the paradoxical title with its symbolic climb onto a musical scaffold, or how to associate black with hope 11. Saturated changes register, the invasive Floydian choirs helping to put you in a trance, the tune with its haunting rhythm flowing endlessly and the keyboard adding a few touches of clarity 12. Empty for the second big title with the fleeting tune that reminds me of one of Alan Parsons, fast but focused; the latent prog intro that 'kills', the one that I loop 3 times before letting the title go further; Kristoffer signs the invasive piece with his voice, the air swirling; the crescendic rise 'finally' explodes the album which I found monotonous, too sinister, even if that was intended; the solo, the solos that emerge from Paul, Marcel and Patrick make me regret that there was not musical light of this kind earlier; in short, slap this last piece.(3.75)