“Fuzzy memories come back to pierce me with mad hallucinations / A captivating melody whispers to me that bewitches me with a fog of familiar noises”, says Désirée at the opening of her new album, aptly titled The fuzzy memories. This magnificent poetic phrasing, accompanied by a simple bass, paints in dark colors a sad album from start to finish produced by Antoine Corriveau.
If we name the director so quickly in this review, it’s because his imprint here is major. There is no doubt when listening to the eight pieces, we navigate in his musical universe – that of his first albums, where the listener put his ear in a folk environment, hermetic and without opening, with a slow musical rhythm.
Corriveau’s sober work – the instruments are discreet and follow Désirée’s vocal flow, without ever trying to dull it – allows the singer to approach without fear the painful ordeals of her past, she who openly says that she has lived “a toxic relationship with mental health” and who sings on The dreams : “the sad image of my life had locked me up in a serious storm”.
And if the director’s name initially attracts the listener, it is ultimately for the – tormented – well-crafted texts that we remain caught up in Désirée’s dark album.
Because musically, the frames are linear, except for the room A forbidden flame, which comes to break the tearful voice of the artist. The energy emanating from it comes from a cacophonous drums and a strident guitar which rise. We would have taken more of this kind.
indie-folk
The fuzzy memories
Desiree
Rosemarie Records