25 March 2006

KRISTEN NOGUES

"Marc'h Gouez"

France 1976



Prima facie evidence of pro bono publico psychaesthesia.

Walking a path towards classical butterfly meander oblivion, harping amidst the regress of childhood maze, leaving one obfuscated in a lush beautiful graze of one of the most endearing and elliptical passes in modern muse representation music. Short and sweetly divine, child-like qualities abound in this playground of sound. Delicate flower petals of softly lilting female vocals carried forth on a bed of strings, flutes, and all sort of other gentle things.

Breton, indefatigable. A red journey through the earth, tumultuous with gentle whispers of thought, harkening back to innocence supreme. Electronic swill for a moment, then a swift return to the rolling hills of murmuring cavalcade. Trickling triskelion traces of pure heart thought. A panacea for the weary ear. Dreamscape revelry unsurpassed.

Halfway across the forehead of rondel rundle to the heavens, precipitated percussively as well. No smile left unturned nor cockle un-warmed. Coursing through the vein of existence, this is the meaning of timeless. Swelling a progress repeatedly, until the vegetable matter speaks beneath the helium weight of the oracle whirlpool.

As if that were not enough, a gypsy caravan crescendo pokes its kerchiefed head about within the here, ever-presently nodding to the getting there. Escape your mountain of sadness on madness focus, deliver your self to the plateau mired in desperate contempt for unhappiness. There is a fool reveling in puffy trousers, awaiting thine arrival, curling about the delicate presence. Pulchritudinous and courageously pristine. Pukka of this earth.

28 January 2006

"PSYCHEGAELIC"

Divers Artistes (1966-67)



Time to rock and stomp the box with the cream of the 1960's French crop of top pops that shock and drop jaws with ease. Pull out your dusty mod haircuts from the closets, comb them out, and grab a few bras for tossing at your stereo - this is freakbeat, baby.. roll-up you hipster pants and stroll in the shallow end of the pool sipping kool-aid and smoking the bluejay way.

Everything in this compilation is hunky-dorey, simple story.

Enjoy this until your head falls off from nodding so hard, so very darned hard, to this excellent batch of singles designed to make your toes tingle while that hidden soul of yours spins in a trance - dervish sublime and all that fuzzy fun stuff. If you have not gotten the delights from this disc to grace your player, then you haven't lived, period. Don't miss this! Going once, going twice, going around our underground dream world just to make amends for all our friends.

Fly your freak-flag and a rainbow-coloured beret up on high!


Le Contenu Délicieux

Le Bain Didonc - 4 Cheveux Dans Le Vent

Les 5 Gentlemen - LSD 25 Ou Les Metamorphoses De Margaret Steinway

Les Boots - Laissez Briller Le Soleil

Les Capitals - Nous On Chante

Les Bowlers - Je Me Moquerai De Toi

Les Sparks - Souris

Les Gaelic - Gardez Les Cheveux Longs

Five Travellers - Story Of Wonder

Les 5 Gentlemen - Si Tu Reviens Chez Moi

The Somethings - Le Monde Infernal

Les Safari - Elle Avait Tout

The Brummels - Bof!

Les Gypsys - Je Ne Te Pardonnerai Pas

Les Bowlers - Ne L'attends Pas

Les Pollux - Mais Oublie Pas

Serge Franklin - Exister

Benjamin - Un Train

Jacques Da Sylva - Fou

Bruno Leys - Maintenant Un Voyou

Edouard - Leon's Blues

Perkins - C'est Ca Le Monde

Les Outlaws - Mamzell'

Les Fleurs De Pavot - Pourquoi L'Amour A Deux

Les Gypsys - Proletaire

Les Witackers - Hello Josephine

Nicolas Nils - Il Faut Trimer Dur

Patrick Samson - Gloria

Les Sunlights - C'est Fini

26 January 2006

THE TUNA HELPERS - USA 2004

"I'll Have What She's Having"



Sophisticated, with telltale smarts, carving a curlicue path through ramparts in the heart, Tuna Helpers create an oasis in the dark. A gypsy wraith lullaby sets the tone, echoplexed and haunting. Calliope tilt-a-whirl dialectics shape the kinds of gifts to come in a bliss-blitz soaked package. Lest we hesitate to battle the foggy cosmos here and now, their summer of syncopated madness wreaks havoc. Full and rich, these songstresses orchestrate clever dirges of expression.

Spinning tales in dedicated fervor, this outfit conjures cauldrons of unsuspecting white magic. Simultaneously raucous and tautly restrained, each composition weaves a woozy balance betwixt gothic luminosity and newfound fables for grown-ups. Diaphanous circus esplanade queens wield puppet potentates gleaned from deep recesses of the psyche. Sensations that assiduously belie exultation over darker subject matter overrule any possibility of encroaching despair. Swooshing fluted tentacles flare out from their feverish dream, stronger than a prancing scarecrow escapade. Caressed plucks of inspiration crystallize into saturnalian revelry.

Thrumming a tippled kibosh on the current scene, these fine ladies gleam with future esteem and promise. Reveling in superior production, they take full advantage of sonic placement. At once mythical and yet accessible, a rupture is formulated that bridges soulful expression and easy mass appeal. If music be a transformation of lesser forces, the album can be resolutely successful in passionately reviving a comatose populace. This music makes one glad to be alive in order to be able to appreciate it repeatedly. There is not one false note, trill, nor crescendo.