Final Fantasy
He Poos Clouds

THE REVIEW

To escape the quicksand created by that monster Matt Elliot, which swallows and drags you into a deep abyss made of matter, Mr. Final Fantasy isn't the greatest. But perhaps it's this proximity of listens that has led "He Poos Clouds" to give me a sense of complete and amused relaxation, finding in it a good dose of irony.

In honor of the Japanese video game, Final Fantasy is simply the horrible moniker of 25-year-old Canadian Owen Pallett, a violinist already known for having played and arranged the string section of "Funeral" by the Arcade Fire, collaborated with the Hidden Cameras, and who, soon, should be alongside David Bowie's new work.

Often we have found artists who, starting from their successes, have revisited their works in a classical key. In this case, the blond from Toronto, in his second solo work, has done the opposite, reinventing a soundtrack that would have been perfect for a Tim Burton film.
"He Poos Clouds" (terrible title) focuses on ten compositions for string quartet, piano, percussion, harpsichord, and little else. It's like attending a chamber music concert with inserts of beautiful melodies now baroque, now avant-garde, rich in orchestral and environmental sounds. A classy chamber pop, anything but banal and predictable, with a creativity of intricate arrangements out of the ordinary.

The beautiful title track where a clarinet constantly peeks in, the fun piano of "This Lamb Sells Condos" accompanied by a children's choir, the orgy of plucked violins in "Song Song Song," the very original "Many Lives -> 49 MP" that transports us to medieval war choirs, the playful "Do You Love?" and more, are exciting and visionary moments for an album that, in any case, is to be listened to several times.

Regards, Addison.