Esthero
Wikked Lil' Grrrls

THE REVIEW

Each of us has weaknesses, each of us has an Achilles' heel, each of us has a hidden door (or more than one) through which pass in the dead of night those to whom we've confessed our secrets (upon waking or just before sleeping). It's through these hidden doors that also pass those foreign faces we can't tell if they'll betray us. It's through here that the woman who brings honey comes, it's through here that the stranger who brings the torch to set fire to our house comes.

Under the arch of one of these doors, passed, one of these nights, this girl named Esthero. She passed through on one of these sweltering, hot nights. From there, there where no sentinel makes their blessed round.
Esthero brought with her (cunning and enchanting) a bit of hip-hop, some bossa nova, and something indistinct that makes you think of Bjork, Frou-Frou, Sade, and Bebel Gilberto combined. Something that evokes a sensual languor that has no name. Something that has to do with this heat that doesn't let up even when the darkness beats on the city with its fingers without the light seeing it. She brought with her that unfathomable side of Her on which I can't stop questioning myself even when she sleeps.

Will it be a CD that lasts or just music for a night? There's a bit of Cuba ("Blanket Me In You"), a piano intro ("Everyday Is A Holiday") that makes you think of the Beatles or Ben Folds, there's also something of Feist ("Melancholy Melody"), something that harkens back to the best of Sade ("Thank Heaven 4You" and "My Torture") or a technological Cotton Club with "Wikked Lil' Grrls".
In "Dragonfly's Outro" the girl with the very long legs sings "Give me, Give me back my wings so I can fly, And then catch me." Tonight, I feel her whisper intimate words into my ear and I try not to ask myself anymore if she has also brought the torch that she'll need to betray me. Even if that were so, I wouldn't worry about it. Tomorrow morning all this, in any case, will be over.