Artist: Frédéric Gerchambeau / Bruno Karnel
Keywords: electronic experimental progressive rock rock art rock experimental rock folk folk rock french nomadic pop nomadic rock pop world Meaux
Drifting away to France, the place where they see snails as a delicious meal and a bottle of wine is cheaper than water. It’s the language and the music over here that teleports my mind into this country famous for its cuisine and romance. You can hear the French passion in these tracks and chansons, seasoned and tender like a frog’s bottom in another delicate restaurant with more Michelin stars than stars available in the sky.
with electronics that go on for a ride of full on psychedelia and complimentary guitar bits here and there that will make the hairs in the neck stand up in order to see where it all had come from. If they stand up fierce enough they could see Frédéric Gerchambeau & Bruno Karnel together doing their thing. Their music thing, mind you!
The psychedelic pallets is indeed tasty and intoxicating but it’s also Bruno’s voice that is truly shining over here, taking the electronic trippy music as the modern equivalent of a guiding ukulele and accordion combo that had been the best of friends with singers and entertainers In the good old golden days. I’m not sure if this is true – as I wasn’t there and neither did I do any research or have any knowledge about this period of time,but I presume that any French person that had been actually living around that time has either been dead or unable to remember anything, as with so much wine going on all the time things do become eventually a little blurry, right?
In any case it is very clear that the entertainers and theatre stars that had once been dominating these sceneries like (I presume) Marlene Dietrich, a coco Chanel and a Edith Piaf or perhaps a Jaques Brel are simply no more, but the good news is that Frédéric Gerchambeau & Bruno Karnel are now here – hypnotising and charming the French people like they would have done in the old days, but are now armed with music machines that needs to be plugged into a electric socket for it to work. Not all of them of course but the eurorack modular synth with analog sequencer is pretty prominent in these expressions over here.
What they do with it is sublime, creating a traditionally charming sound and indeed making you feel as if you had already drank a couple of glasses of French wine – feeling as if the room is slightly ready to tumble around in circles and you better order a taxi home as you might fall into a hole in the ground, or (much better fitting) the opening of a metro station… it is so hypnotic and cool, yet it feels as if it’s a session that is unplugged and flourishing in the days that singer songwriters would be well received with open arms and crates full of liquor!
I don’t know about you but I think it’s charming and very convincing in the ability to make a person feel drunk, so much so that I’m pretty sure that if I continue listening I might embrace the nearest toilet bowl like a close friend, down on my knees expecting a salvo of red wine and soggy baguettes to rise up from within my body. Of course this is an illusion, but a very believable one! They should slap on a intoxication warning sticker on the front of the album’s artwork just to make sure people know that this music can make you feel quite drunk – but you are still legit to blow a police person’s pipe without the fear of having to pay up or spend a night in a jail to sober up. Skip the wine and listen to this music instead, the distorted guitar might even let you experience a hangover! It’s that good and very, very French!