In the beginning, there was Isabeau and the gold diggers. Then, The Gold Seekers, not without Isabeau Valois, but without the first name in the appellation. Ore objective. Did we find any? Not enough to continue. Isabeau and Luke Dawson, tired of seeking fortune, found each other. And settled in a row of Saint-Vallier-de-Bellechasse. And pushed their music all around. Here it is, first harvest: folk, again, but in their own way, a little magic, psychedelia, where harp and synth dance with guitars. When you leave, the entrance song, gives the intention: “Reborn to reappear / Like the sap under the bark”. In Today, Luke and Isabeau look at this elsewhere that they hope is better: “At the end of the effort / A new landscape”. The next songs—with lyrical collaborators—paint portraits of before: Michael the alter ego, maria the city in the bay. Regrets? No. Baggage left. What follows is the tandem pact, light-footed.
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