She presents herself with a muffled song. Andrea who? Prochazka. Ah yes, it comes back to me: the Andrea of the Bolduc group all crooked. A filigree memory, already. The bassist and singer attempts the solo adventure, without shouting it from the rooftops. Four pieces to start. Picking acoustic for intros. Fine instrumentation insinuates itself around it, clarinet, Rhodes piano, some more than discreet electro sounds. She looks at the sky, asking questions to the universe, a bit like you would raise your hand in a class, half-heartedly. It’s a great quality, this way of signaling yourself without insisting: you want to listen more attentively. Stay in his company, away from the ambient cacophony, reconnect with calm, in the darkness. Say what is dark, accept some distress. The pain of living, in the tone without emotion, caresses on the sly. On Sunday, November 12 at Verre Bouteille, Andrea and his band will present this disc and other songs, as part of a triple set.
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