This can be considered an album by a group of musicians who came together to perform a miracle, namely an album by the daughter of one of the most important songwriters France has ever had: Serge Gainsbourg.
Charlotte Gainsbourg admits that she had wanted to make an album "of her own" for a long time and after a meeting with the French duo Air, the daughter of art was convinced and called them into the studio to explain what she wanted to build the album on together with Nigel Godrich, one of the most popular producers in recent years. During the construction phase of the album, two other illustrious names in the music scene came to the studios, namely Neil Hannon of Divine Comedy and Jarvis Cocker of Pulp, who heavily contributed to the lyrics of the French actress.
The main idea was to write in music the thoughts of a person suffering from insomnia at 5:55 in the morning, thus describing daydreams and visions of ghosts, perfect atmospheres for the music of Air and the imagination of Cocker, who helped achieve a miracle. So why say this album is by Charlotte Gainsbourg when it is actually composed by other people? What did she do herself? First of all, she provided the ideas for the drafting of the album, but above all, she contributed her whispered voice, performing the forty-two minutes of music without a flaw and not ruining the eleven tracks.
As for the musical part, Air did not introduce much into their music, except in "The Operation", where the rhythmic phases are very far from their true musical origins, and the first single "The Song That We Sing", a much more catchy piece with a clear dedication to the father of the Anglo-French actress who passed away fifteen years ago.
With this second album, will Charlotte Gainsbourg attempt a Jennifer Lopez career? We hope so, but the woman still has much to learn musically speaking, and we hope she learns everything from the people who surrounded her for the making of this album.
The prevailing sensation is of a work devoted in every particular detail to the cult of hi-fi, a kind of extra-luxury packaging.
An album that will add a snobby touch to your collection, but that you'll struggle to take out of its case more than a couple of times.
"The poetic lyrics almost bring tears... but the melodies are so repetitive and anonymous they almost bring a smile."
"Caressing, passionate, heart-wrenching but also repetitive and anonymous: what’s left is the cover to put on display on my bedroom’s record shelf."
A song imbued with an almost alien mood, a hypnotic rhythm that permeates the skin.
Yes, now I am happy. I have managed to find the right path again.