In 1976, on stage, the medley from January and Christmas Denuy was an anthology issue of second (third, twentieth?) degree Quebec humor, a pissy parody of a Paul et Paul-style western. In 1977, the 45 rpm Hello Huguette was going to the end of the ride. This shows the strangeness of receiving in 2024 a complete album from La famille Denuy, including a rereading of Hello Huguette. Who wants some ? The relationship to country is not the same. Go listen to Éric Goulet or Dany Placard: the first degree holds up. Claude Meunier-style ridicule no longer kills. We smile here and there (The cuckold’s yodeling, it is the spirit). But we quickly fall back on the best of the proposition: the music. The elite musicians (Joss Tellier, Pierre Fortin and co) have the real country in the riffs, the lines, the solos and the rhythms: so much so that we would prefer Christmas to abstain. Especially since he can’t sing badly, nor really do it well either, our veteran: he sings normally. Alone in his grave.
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