L'ALGUE BLEUE

'Comment tu t'appelle' written 19 years ago, 80s sound with the sax for a nocturnal ballad with the unknown of the night and this instantly recognizable tune and the heady chorus. 'It's always her' for one of the two big pieces and the reason for this column here; a melodic crescendo in the Manset vein with violin, drums and languorous vocals, echoes, redundancies to hypnotize the listener; the drug takes effect with this melodic and haunting title until the repetitive finale, on an absurd kidnapping story. Bewitching 'L'algae bleue', already heard and already in our heads with its heady riff between solemn blues and western music on repeat and the memory of the seaweed of Copacabana; addictive metronomic atmosphere defying time. 'Paradise Lost' with the piano, a solemn anthem with its phrasing voice, a morbid tone and raw images of naked children on a beach invaded by conquistadors. His gravelly voice on the acoustic guitar emanating oozing spleen, a crude keyboard pushing down the progressive melodic vein.

'Missing your life' with a piano over a narration to reassure yourself that you have to move or miss your life; relentless moment on his resonating, reasoning voice; divine orchestral rise and a marked depressive defeatist opinion. 'Monsieur' with a 60's organ continues to recount a moment of life; a voice duet with Lisa Spada as a guest who paraphrases, who tires, who bewitches; a hymn to the growing child becoming a gentleman set to warm orchestration.'Melancholy' is like rain; Minimal arpeggio tune then orchestrates in the distance for a spleen dripping with deep sadness. 'On the moon we dance' cinematic intro if he knows it exists; the rhythm starts with a convoluted dub reggae, surely due to the fact that there is no air on the moon; a trippy and compulsive title and a meeting on the edge of a crater with progressive content. 'We'll hide together' soft, crystal clear arpeggio of warm guitar; a grave rhyme of rabbits running through a patch of wild thyme, yes you read that right; the ferret is the bad guy, yes, yes, yes, for those who have already listened; the slap in the face of an insipid text on a tragedy of life.(3.5 originally on Progcensor)