Japanese Egg Timer
Ribcage of a Pineapple Lambscape
Spiders in the Woods
Autopsy of a Butcher's Wife
Before you know it
Addicted to life
Death Of the Angels
First shot at a simplified approach to folk soundscapes and compost heap automatic song writing compared to surrealistic painting. These songs are the sounds of festering cities. The first spark came from an urban wall painting. Someone had used their own shit to write the word "laid" (ugly), that could be understood as "lait" (milk). It sums up the beauty of city life where the obvious ugliness of our dwellings needs spelling out, and the acute need to suckle from the milken market industrial breasts is both depressing and exciting, depending how willing you are to accept chaos.
The house of decay has a window onto the past and present. Through the kaleidoscope a patchwork of lost feelings reappear and blend into one another for the sake of a few more nonsense rhymes. At the time of the simplistic and elaborate recordings, the black mountains of England and Wales were in quarantine. Foot and mouth hysteria, like a prolepsis, announced in cattle burning smoke signs the evening skies to come. The mounds of sheep aflame were a fine starting point to chisel back to the lands of my youth to the south of Wales.
On the banks of the River Severn, I am a crab with two black eyes. A woman singer and her two kids were washed away one night after a performance at 'the Sunrise', where '¨Midsummer Level' (my father's band) had played the same night. I now sing her songs across the waves to crowds of friends for beer. I think I hear her songs quite clearly, now the towns where I once lived have slipped away. The owls and fears she met that night are mine to sieve over the sleeping thieves those evenings when they come to snatch a light you hand out to the strangers briefly, hoping all this time goes right. Ladybird, ladybird fly away home, you children are crying and the voice on the phone says your house is on fire, but the black round your eyes is for tuneless bonfires that have no disguise. No one was hurt, but then everyone says, no babies would be born, "no life without pain".
Darren Aronovsky's "requiem for a dream" was the soundtrack to the year 2000.
album FOLK surréaliste autoproduit acoustique (l’ère urbaine revisitée sous le parfum du bétail brûlant au crépuscule).
A range of brewing songs, reduced to an even more simple form. Some came from Llangarron, some from Lille. They were all sliced from a freshly fished carp, and dipped in gipsy blood. The instruments are made out of green tea and the bodies used to play them, bubblegum. Kim Ki Duk was the flavour in 2001.
From "Bedtime Stories": I was inventing cereals, Vincent shredded wheat. My ingredients were pigments, shade and light, heart melting landscapes with dandy toreros, switchable to male or female in a wink. These edible paintings were presented to a friend. This Elizabethanly dressed Magus gave a literary appreciation of every mouthful, yet, though he was doubtful, when each bite, crunch and gulp, created exquisite classical music like tapping on the keys ( the right ones ) of a piano, all he could do was surrender to the beauty of my bowl of blue wheat.
un album plus festif à l’affût du soleil des gitans et du goût du thé vert au sushi.
The evening fruit & cars of darkness (Waterfull Lighthouse)
Under the Sun
the Waterfull Lighthouse
Ashes Glass & Tar
Party of Qawali Fish
These are the keys to the evening fruit!
Under the Moon
Written with F.Mey, this dives into a muddy puddle, like a drunk and drowning Buckley coughing up leaves and fag ends, which spreads out to infinity as we slice through its milk-tea-coloured skin. At dawn, to leafless trees look out to sea from their sandy bay. As the sun rises behind them, their shadows gingerly hop out to sea. Two brave little souls of coal skip over the waves and flying fish greet them on their maiden voyage to the unknown. A raft appears, and on it they steer towards the salt flavoured tunes that the blue fields conceal. At noon, the sun washed us away from the living. Swallowed with grace by the mighty blue gob, the two buoys drowned deeper, and deeper to face the black cave of wisdom where lived a great ghost, and host for a wink (for the two were spat out of the sea's holy belly far too soon for their liking). Where are we welcome, back home a merm' mentioned. Dawn is approaching, so back they were blown, to the rocks they were thrown like Qawali gods crackling and white Catherine wheels foaming. We stole an old sardine can and drove to the towns where lights never go out. The trees' shadows are brushed down willow-the-wisp highways. The sun wavers goodbye and the flying fish die in a bundle of sparks. The shadows are shattered and stars are ridden until the grey curse on wheels hits the night's ditches. The moon has at midnight now eaten their souls. The two bloody shooters are fruit for the fawns that sleep in the forest and drink from our eyes. As hymns for the dead are sung gently to blend in with the red carpets gleaming, next to the steaming mobiles on their backs, the hunters lie beside sleeping creatures of love with revealing two litchi eyes weeping like buds, (rose buds at dawn are the thorns I shall die for).
Do we all drown after being spat out of the nine month cosy aqua-nest, and switch from foetal fish to little men in a blink?
(double album co-écrit avec F.Mey sur le thème de la découverte de soi à travers le voyage et la fuite).
The Constellation of Man
the illusion being we believe we can outshine the Gods
Projet ambitieux aux chansons titanesques (à défaut de ne pas avoir de constellation à son effigie, l’être humain se démène pour tapisser la terre de lumière)
Drums by Arnaud Eurin
The Long Wall 1&2
Under the Red Lantern
Fountain of Asia
I wish I were
Little Red Suns
The Gingseng Remedy
Black Spring 1,2,3,4,5,6,7
Up to one hour long improvised songs, based on erratic fuzzed and phazered drum beats. Every pocket full of roses is a chinese or japanese westernized junkfood restaurant dustbin, like the "fountain of asia" where we used to get free meals. Out of the dump often grows a single snowdrop in the shape of tunes like "I wish I were" or "Little red suns".
(pot-pourri d’improvisations et d’innovations sous la forme d’un double album à la thématique asiatique).
Drums by Arnaud Eurin
When Money Was Love
When money was love
The Mystery Of...
Hear the Logfire
Love Will Tear Us Apart 1
In My Life
Mouth of Blood
Wish I were
Over the Wall
Little red suns
Undoubtably the next "Ribcage of a Pineapple Lambscape" generation. A peaceful stroll through the battlefield, smiling to oneself as the bombs fall and the buildings collapse. This is like wading through the mud to the sea at low tide, miles out, the sun roasting your skull as you make one last effort that makes you think twice. A Severn singer song, to be sure!
les compositions les plus vivaces et écorchées, accompagnées de quelques reprises (3 versions intenses de "LoveWillTearUsApart" de Joy Division, la fin imaginaire de "Room 109" de Tim Buckley, et "In My Life" des Beatles).
Chansons enregistrées en condition "LIVE", avec une technique particulière qui consiste à ne pas informer le batteur de ce qui va se passer. L'improvisation, bien que source d'imperfections, est aussi le moyen de se dépasser et d'innover.
Drums by Arnaud Eurin
To the Dullards
Black & White Dishes
Remember the day
She bathes in my veins
Felt Clock Tuedays #2
I was lost without a song
The Happy Prince was born again.
Shadows of Greydale
2004, spring to autumn
Off Herring's Rock
The Sunday Harvester
To be Here with you
Marylin, Salmon Surprise
Nights of Almond
A few tears while walking round an empty garden on a sunny grave day in Spring. Talked about flowers with a fine man who said he prefered to "frame them". That is all I have ever done Young man.
In memory of Guy Pierre Eloire
Snow In Summer One, Two, Three, Four
2004, summer to winter
Goodbye, StVal's Host, Portrait of a girl, Tomoko's Royal milk tea, Blue & Green, Flora, Lumen Lullaby, Crystalline, Bluest Water, the Cobweb Slumber, Breath, Overhead Crow, Yukiko.
Rosemary, In our Hearts, Raspberry without, Silver, Fortunately Classic Love, Custard Bumble Bee, Chinese Lantern, A Fiery Inflow
Four albums, four seasons project with songs from the old 90's that had been festering at the bottom of piles of songbooks. "Rosemary" was one of James' first songs, and to be able to play this song in Tourcoing, at Le Grand Mix, where he used to live in 1996 was a special moment for him and old pal Tuna with whom he used to play with, yet never on stage, just two guitars and voices like J had dreamed.
YUKIKO THE WITCH
2005, winter to summer
1. The Happy Prince (3:13)
2. Off Herring’s Rock (4:44)
3. To Be Here With You (4:25)
4. Remember the Day (4:33)
5. The Fly and The Locusts (5:09)
6-9. Jade Rain and Dragon Bones (11:58)
10. Two Dead Mandarin Ducks (2:53)
11. Golden Gate (5:59)
12. Lilies to Dust (5:51)
13. Heaven is Only Just (6:33)
14. Yukiko the Witch’s Plague (6:54)
15. Jujiya (5:39)
16-18. O’ My Prickly Love (12:36)
19. Tomoko's Royal Milk Tea (3:33)
20. Barbara Bear (2:56)
Yukiko the Witch's awaited eponymous album, by far the finest, most complete and intriguing.
Song "Remember the Day" from "YTW" on PRESTO!'s Special Compil' Edition
L’album "YTW" aborde le thème de l'Asie, de manière plus ou moins personnelle, abstraite. L’écriture n'est pas exclusivement autobiographique, et tend vers d’autres domaines que nous exploitons, la peinture, et la sculpture. A l'instar de la peinture, le groupe aime tenter de retrouver la paix dans le chaos, de saisir toute sensation vécue et l'épingler sur la peau d'une toile ou d'une chanson. Une logique globale découle du patchwork, inspiré des décharges publiques où la beauté émane de la dégradation temporelle de ces amas de la société. En musique, et plus particulièrement dans ce dernier projet, cette idée est exprimée par la volonté de simplifier à la japonaise la structure des chansons et d'aller à l'essentiel.
On the News is Plum Coloured Bruises
Leopards on your Right
Lonesome Kid with Cattle and Bars
The Blood of Blister K
Lorelei the IIIrd
Milk-Toe Piano Falls
My own private Chinacide
Watching the Magic Tree Grow
Vaselined Angel Spiders
Snowtrack II towns grow out of here
Most songs inspired by Audrey Hepburn enthusiast, Lorelei the mermaid, and a week spent by the river Tarn. Melody is in the air!
Mélodies remplacent la foudre, même si l'album plus "noir", "Yukiko the Witch", n'était pas dépourvu de mélodies catchy!
Cup of Milk (kisses)
Scarlet Bible Down Milky Drains
Golden Bat Dawn II
Correlating the Deaths of Angel Parrot
Flesh is Free (Sping Snow II)
Fossil of a Banker
Sarah and the Red Dragons
The Argentry of Mrs Sleet
Fictional Phoenix Fights Back!!
Sharade Dancing to Sanjuro
Song of Lost Embers
Jewel in a Jungle
ClayZone by the River
Spanish Pink Cloud Monster Monkey
Recorded at Studio Ka, milky album still yet to be mixed.
Songs written before Japan Tour I,
and played live in JAPAN 2006.
Live In TOKYO 2006