This year, regrettably as every year since their creation by Coluche, Les Enfoirés * have of to fight against the precariousness, the hunger, the cold: it is not necessary any more to present The “Restaurants du Coeur“, their initiative, their actions, but it is never useless to remind that they always need reinforcements, volunteers, financial (donations); and because our monthly Real Jam greets these artists’ iconoclastic meetings on stage, the annual show by Les Enfoirés, entitled this year something like “Dancing with the Bastards”, is the object as usual of a DVD pressing and a CD… (more…)
Every month, Zikworld brings to light a writing: this month, that of Claire Diterzi, (still) underestimated artist, whose sharp, roguish and true feather agrees in all respects in her explorative, modern, unclassifiable music, in the style of Camille, of Emilie Simon in particular, with a very strong presence of the theatricality, who restores in her voice the essential role of projection of the told history, in the reality. Especially a story, as that of the Rosa la Rouge (Rosa “the red” ) …
We do not make a mistake any more for a long time: the appearances of this Blues Funeral, as so many other creations of Mark Lanegan, are fortunately misleading: skinned rock, always finely chiselled by a depression so rhythmic as mental which sets him in a universe perfectly on part, the work of major meddler for 25 years, is once again irreproachable quality, a brilliant power, an incredible impact …
What is beautiful with spring, it is the many first shouts, the echos of interiorities, young shoots, innovative and nevertheless anchored well in the inheritance of their mothers, who weave, drips in drop, in sons of the thaw of the feelings, the curtain of life behind which will hide the disastrous coolness of the winter : O Devotion! is of these first moments which link you for ever, which mark your life of a line of indelible eyeliner, so that you looked for ever at the world of the music with the sheep’s eyes of a Liz Green and with the unforgettable flavor of beautiful fruits found.
Behind this wrongly haughty personality, Liz Green hides only with difficulty the wealth of a know-how just as much from composition than from performance : of blues (” Midnight blues “) and of folk song (” Displacement song “, “Rag & Bone”), the young artist colours her jazz very ragtime, and from the opening of this jazz-club record (“Hey Joe”), in intimist volutes glorified by the classic orchestrations (brass instruments and strings) which bring depth to her comment, takes us in her timeless universe, to meet her “Luis”, in a spirit very ” Montmartre ” (Nota : a quarter in Paris symbol of bohemian artists particulary good for urban musing), to reveal a fragile figure (” Ostrich song “), a kind of character of paper in lack of Parisian ties (” french singer”).
In the style of these old barrel organs from which the paper appeared pierced, it is difficult to say if Liz Green prints her feelings on the sound landscape of Manchester in lack of really pop references (“Gallows”), or if it is the outer-urban (no man’s) land of England hurt by economic poverty and by foggy musing, that was right of the young poet of the breaking rhythms (“The Quiet”, “Bad Medicine”). However it is with an undisguised pleasure, that in reader of Kenneth White, we would too much know how to only advise you this very European journey, where Liz Green tacks, on the tense map of this O Devotion!, with her voice sometimes of throat, hoarse and rolling, the patronymics, the place-names, from England to Poland, as the most secure progress towards the most beautiful homonymy of the heart. Great.
It is the expectation of the spring, however we wanted, for some time, to skip, casually, note to note, good-humored in pop musing : and it is Lail Arad who takes us in this February, on the space flying from her Someone New in her revolution, her movement, her change, her renewal … an album out for some time but whom we kept under the for the good moment : here is coming !
Is it to have too much sucked the sacrosanct nectar of the done wonders electro area, that made it so insipid ? However the rock, in the fact that it had of more natural at the end of the 80s, with U2, The Cure, Depeche Mode and many others, consumers of effective rhythms without being dehumanized, of catchy tunes without being pale, became very rare: fortunately, we can count on some hard-working and honest bands, among which are Stuck in the Sound, whose small pearl Pursuit indeed gives us a beautiful rock ‘n’ roll slap ; As we are well educated, we tighten the other ear, a very beautiful opportunity to make a commitment to pursue with these French artists this adventure roundly launched …
We had been seized by her first opus and waited impatiently in this beginning of year for deserving its successor: Anja Plaschg, young Austrian 22 years old, well known as strange and suggestive Soap and Skin, returned to us well and truly, with this Narrow more powerful than never… Our album of February, unquestionably!
Australia knew always how to export big bands: AC / DC, Midnight Oil, INXS, often between continents and influences, just like this become distant land, following the example of Sydney, the inescapable crossroads of most of populations and many eclecticisms: Gotye escapes not at all this fate, but it is solo that he puts his steps in the long lineage of the sound discoverers (what does not prevent him from belonging to bands and from being on tour with them. With Making Mirrors, he breaks quite at the same time the musical reasons adduced and integrates his subtle art of composition and singing into a landscape reliefs of which he reflects certainly, sometimes swarming with instruments, sometimes propelled in opened space (“Making Mirrors”), in the style of Genesis in the period of very inspired Foxtrot. Continue Reading
Of course, this album went out many monthes ago, but we did not want to flood this small rock jewel of French origin in the mass of your small forecasts of Christmas : because Izïa does not content with having butterflies in the stomach, she lets it know : rock, unceremoniously, unbridled following the example of Led Zeppelin the influences of which she claims (” So much touble ”), Izïa delivers with this second opus a record capable of thwarting the fashions just as much as of disturbing the public … Continue Reading