"Our intent is to compose music that doesn't depress people. For that, there are already the Radiohead."
Bla bla bla. Who the hell are these losers? Why the hell did I read this interview? Why did I care about these losers? I just finished arguing with those from de-baser, and look what I have to read... well, whatever, who cares.
And then one evening, as always, at 00:24 I tune into mtv-brand:new, and my almost-sleep is sweetened by a gentle melody. A funky rhythm, it reminds me a bit of Röyksopp's eple, but more sunny, more peaceful (also a little more fake). I'd describe it as a nursery rhyme without singing (condor dixit)... and in the end, I'm left disappointed: LEMON JELLY - SPACE WALK.
In London, then, at Virgin megastore, I'm struck by a cardboard cover, full of color. Damn it, here we go again: LEMON JELLY - LOST HORIZONS. I give too much importance to covers. I give in and buy the album. And in no time, Space Walk becomes the soundtrack of my January days.
Gradually, all the work of these two not-so-young Englishmen unfolds before me, and it's delightful to see - and hear. Suddenly, the four magic words of Elements ("ash, metal, water, wood") make me float like I'm on a hang glider over Versilia.
Then my brother, unaware of such ecstatic-hallucinogenic forms I reach through music (he uses another method that the mischievous will surely have guessed), wakes me up: the line has moved three meters, and I'm pleased to see that it's not bloody raining anymore. But I don't care and let myself be hypnotized again, this time by the sneaky rhythm (I don't know why but I say sneaky) of Return to Patagonia, halfway between Chem. Brothers and Koop.
A bump on the back, they tell me I've been rear-ended. But now I have in my head all these little guitars, all these sounds incredibly placed just right at the right time (bass, strings, brass, helicopters!?, trains!?, mixed with great mastery), and I don't pay attention.
You need to be in a good mood like I am now (thanks to someone else, not me) to appreciate Lemon Jelly. I indeed fear that the greatest quality of this album - the ability to produce an unreal world - does not take root in the average angry listener and thus becomes an irremediable flaw.
Therefore, I understand those who will call it an enormous bullshit or stuff-for-losers.
Never was a NAME more aptly chosen and even prophetic in announcing the emotions it would evoke.
Elements that combine with disarming ease and are able to produce a truly engaging and moving sound (chills during the bagpipes at the end of elements).
"Space Walk" struck me not just for the stunning visual art but for a powerful and playful song full of dreamy yet determined sounds.
An album that is not 'cool' as they said at the time of its release, but a testament to original madness.