EMILE JACOTEY

Good after the delirium and before Mandrin, it was necessary to turn the page and release a concept under a pale air, an album which would speak of the soil, which would do honor to France, the real France, those of feasts, that of parties, that of legends!

1 Bêle, Bêle Petite Chèvre devil this title, for the air syncopated with the zik which attacks poor Christian and this marimba, it hits and it disturbs, a little in the madness, in short by all the saints it gercles even for the maidens , violent disorderly and out of tune, magical, bucolic I would say finally, ta ta ta tata; Come on Emile, we're listening to you, tell us about the goat 2 Sur La Trace Des Fées ... these are legends ... the arpeggio, the keyboard, the sound, the sound that orchestrates oh no, I'm wrong in the title .. in short, in white dresses we saw them well spent on the way on the point of the lake of Orient, all naked dressed with a torrent which passed on... the trace of the fairies; the slap for those who don't yet know Ange, yes the world is like that; the arpeggio returns to the left, Christian adjusts the balance by returning to the right, yes the drums delight passing on both sides, the organ wants to be more majestic before returning to the hammer... the words and sounds intertwine; Vintage album that has aged, for cold autumn evenings 3 The Dwarf From Stanislas arrives, even though I'm struggling, too present this dwarf, this voice, this air I don't know; good why, rhythmic yes, captivating yes, perhaps the voices that attacked me too much and whirled around; go hollow your head... yes surely a reflection of the padre who did not understand how I could listen to that; good the phrasing of if I were the messiah and it starts on a blue space, well of light, the dreamlike orchestral crescendo which swells; we are really in a particular universe 4 Day After Day ... nursery rhyme in one fell swoop on guitar arpeggio, organ by Francis which gives the la, not the sound; title that you listen to, that you drink, that you incorporate, text that you take in your head, day after day... and you are already waiting for Emile who will come back to talk to you around the village fire hydrant... the following the trace of the fairies for me 5 Ode To Emile with the sequence, so his prog! Excuse me Emile, my grandfather's first name, I'm listening, yes, we're resting, you're right, I'll start; the chimney, the plow are there, let's go on a bucolic air, an ode what; jean-Michel distills a fine angelic solo, sensitive as this last wine that we sing and we will wipe ourselves.. here is Emile it's for you. 6 Ego Et Deus yes Vidocq I can't help it, I'm thinking of them! 75... 48 years since he left... a straw, the age of recklessness, of life without major problems, without war, without all these constraints... the ship is his captain and can sail on a title flirting with a Higelin, with this lyrical flight that makes me laugh... the concept has been launched, we don't know it, but this blue flower title with colorful organ and guitar leads to 7 J'irai Dormir Plus Loin Que Ton Sommeil for the pompous title with its symbolism, its reverence and the nursery rhyme that puts Christian forward, yes he has, he had a box on each title of each album; we won't go into the details, you're clean with the message, but we're on the verge of ecstasy, Christian stop teasing us 8 Aurélia arrives, hello a drum hit, Jean-Michel in arpeggio and a title whose words I forget, a writer's slip that... Aurélien to the south of your breasts anyway! An angelic digression where Francis imprints the progression, the one that the French quidam didn't grasp, didn't understand... Aurélia yes it's more logical as a first name... to the South of your breasts 9 The wedding we feel coming, a bewitching organ that comes year after year; Guénolé, the new drummer, claps his drumstick... we're at mass; well the party is here with the last hooch and the veteran who will sing... come on guitar and a very bucolic, very enchanting, very Genesis-like hunting horn, you won't take it away from me; it wanders on a Frankreich country break on the other side of the Saône, where we take the time, where time goes away... and the music in all that, what do we do with it, but we dance sir you know the album so dance and enjoy before the 10 Le Marchand Des Planètes comes to defrock you... a little honey, a little of all that and I find myself here in 'Wind and wuthering' the last title, the one that makes you high at the very end of the said opus... jazzy break, angelic break easy to write, a wandering that closes this album really not as usual, we have the impression of having lived a moment with the group around the fire... oh yes that will be later; final spleen guitar.

Angel, of course, it's magic or angelic, it's up to you.