One of this idiosyncratic French musical provocateur's finest moments and laden with ace contributions from an international cast of oddballs including Pierre Bastien and Clive Bell, the provisional constructs Berrocal and co. jerry-rig around the free floating music signifiers that comprise Berrocal's aesthetic M.O. are slippery, beautiful things, riding across the seams of art song, meditative orientalia, drunken free jazz bleat, dark electropop, hazy jazz reverbed into Hassell-esque fourth-worldisms and other less readily peggable tactics. Elliptical higher key work from a master.
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God, Berrocal's stuff is just so weird and good.
ReplyDeleteWhy does he always have such awful album covers, though? I mean, if I didn't know who he was and I saw that record, I'd assume it was some hopeless French Jimmy Buffet clone.
Thank you so much for all the beautiful Berrocal posts.
ReplyDeleteI agree about the covers tho. Well.
this cover is awesome.
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