The singing farmer from Shigawake grew songs. In the heart of Chaleur Bay, between Francophones, Anglophones and Aboriginals, all intertwined, even intertwined roots, his country-folk is imbued with quiet beauty, sung very slowly, in a haunting and melancholic tone. Think Hope Sandoval without the disdain in the lament, Jill Barber without the jazz. Let’s talk about a very successful first album: it must be said that its tunes, very beautiful in themselves, are dressed with the greatest care by the young pros of the Montreal parallel scene, who play as much with a Helena Deland as a Mon Doux Tapper. The soft timbre, the delicately strummed guitar are never lost in the instrumentation: the music benefits at most from a skilful sprinkling, here a solemn organ background (Mother Tongue), there a playful pinching (Weather), even a very sixties folk-pop escape (King): we are always cradled, caressed… bewitched. Benefits in quantity.
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