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Despite the technological progress in recent years having made giant strides in the telecommunication and media fields, keeping us, as (im)possible, always updated on the news, I like to think and imagine, more and more rarely to be honest, that the land of dreams still exists. Like children, it's wonderful to fly with our imagination and immerse ourselves in visionary and untouched realities, deluding ourselves into exploring still virgin territories. It is a journey I often take when I listen to a record I like, and doing it by distancing myself from the world, believing for a moment that the emotional transport is mine and only mine, is a rewarding and intoxicating experience that only in the green of youth is possible to experience.
Likewise, I enjoy rummaging through the musical underbrush in search of some hidden treasure, an arduous task that every now and then, not without stoicism, proves fruitful.
The Californians Halou are part of the myriad of musicians who swarm in the background without managing to engage the necessary gear to come out into the open.
Yes, but what is this gear? The unfathomable mysteries of marketing and the human mind do not come to our aid, and I certainly don't want to give myself a headache over this.
So I isolate myself and cling tightly to this secret chest in the pious illusion of being able to share it one day, even if, all in all, I don't really care that much for them to come out into the open as long as they continue to give me such emotions.
The music they offer does not shine for originality, since it is perhaps slightly outdated trip-hop exploited in every way. However, it is well made, well packaged, and beautifully sung by a female voice. Yes, because needless to say, speaking of trip-hop, the singing can only be by the fair sex.
Their hunting grounds are those of Hooverphonic, Mandalay, Moorcheba, and Goldfrapp, with the difference that all these got lost along the way, while Halou, just at their second album, are still traveling first class, updating the synthetic cut of the Bristol sound to the twenty-first century. The few times they speed up the rhythm, they get close to Garbage, as in the case of Wholeness and even more in Stone Fruit, a song Garbage haven't been able to write for years.
Twilight music, highly recommended for lovers of the genre, for somewhat sad and melancholic souls, and... obviously for dreamers.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
08 The Ratio of Freckles to Stars (05:22)
But I don't think I can wait
I've been living for this day
I think that if I do or don't
It'll turn out the same way
But I can't seem to pull myself away
And I hope that's OK
Even just the very thought
Makes me want to stay
This is more than I can take
I fear my heart will burst or break
If there's a thing as too much joy,
I will be taken away
If I wrap you up inside of me,
Kiss your fingers greedily
I will lose track of the floor
I will lose track of my feet
All that you've conquered
Was already yours
Walking the night sky
Freckles to the stars
All that you've longed for
Is painted on my arms
Here, I can take you
But I don't know what to say
All my language slipped away
I only know that I am yours and
I hope you take the hint
Be still my sweaty little heart
You are my every waking thought
If there's a thing as too much love
I am guilty as I stand
If I dive head first straight into you
The way I've always wanted to
I can't be held responsible
There's no telling what I'll do
10 Wholeness (04:00)
How can I learn to let go,
Now that you have shown
That you are strong enough,
But I am not
How can I let the world rough you around
When I'm not there,
I can't protect you
Why does life have to rob you of your
Innocence and faith
For you to be a grown up?
The only thing that gives me strength
When I am deep in doubt
Is your nature
Oh, how you damage me
You never mean to
Oh, how you break my heart
And make me need you
Oh, you can crush me
Like a rose petal
Oh, how you damage me
You never mean to
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