Looking to write a few lines tonight, no eyes and too many ghosts in my head; I get up and search among the CDs waiting to be dissected.
CocoRosie, and immediately the brain enters a Parisian apartment made of smoke and children's toys.
From the speakers comes a brave low-fi lullaby made of two voices as sweet as they are sharp, I wouldn't recognize the difference between the two if I didn't know that it's two sisters singing and filling the tracks with multicolored sounds that range from lyricism, one of them actually comes from there, to a blues that stumbles into cell phone melodies and electronic cows. All packaged by a drum bit put together with the hands and mouth of a third character who collaborated on the album.
Sierra and Bianca Casady, I wouldn't be surprised if they had wings under those country shirts, no fear in their voices, and no fear in tackling a whole CD armed with only a classical guitar and some other knick-knacks to which no one would give the slightest importance (at least until this moment).
There's something new out there, ephemeral and so powerful that it makes you stay on the first couch you find to see where all this inspiration can take you...
While listening to La Maison De Mon Rêve, imagine yourself there, behind the door of the little room, eavesdropping on the music of the doll CocoRosie.
Fascinating, like their sweetly perverse music, which with so few (and primitive) instruments brings together many elements in a simple and intoxicating way.
Simple, direct, yet extremely beautiful and able to get under your skin and shatter your heart.
One of the most beautiful records of the past decade. My heart is shattered.