Our columnist Francis Zégut his selection of albums. This month: David Eugene Edwards, Egyptian Blue, Jim Jones All Stars and Hania Rani.
Francis Zégut also shows you the destinations of his road trips.
David Eugene Edwards – Hyacinth
Between visible and invisible worlds, between 16 Horsepower and Wovenhand, David Eugene Edwards fogs the mind, half-rhythmic, half-persistent electro textures, always wild, gothic Americana in a way, he haunts the darkest corners of Country music . In Hyacinth, his first solo album, new musical direction, universal ruminations, lyrical change, biblical references are interwoven. No no no ! David Eugene Edwards does not sugarcoat it, he continues his preaching through Hyacinthhis new precious stone.
Egyptian Blue – A Living Commodity
Egyptian blue is painstakingly obtained using natural minerals such as azurite. The Egyptian Blue that concerns us is a quartet from Brighton; no nuances, it’s tense, noisy, in the pure tradition of our “Britton” neighbors. Andy Buss and Leith Ambrose formed Egyptian Blue in their late teens; it’s post-punk and it maintains an incredibly compact control over their creative identity. Well done to them, good for us.
Jim Jones All Stars – Ain’t No Peril
It’s fat ! Even greasy, like an old tramp at the bottom of a paved cul-de-sac, lit by a lantern. On the good old Milwaukee 1340 lift, maintenance is regular so that it can unroll the terminals without worry. Drain, air filter, lubrication, tire pressure, an old rag for the hands and a real good zik for the garage, because yes, bunch of little greasers, Jim Jones All Stars is sound for the garage , it’s garage rock, the blow of a hammer on the fingers, the wrench cracking on a nut, a binge between friends; some start with the kick, but everyone listens to Ain’t No Peril, by Jim Jones All Stars.
Hania Rani – Ghosts
I started listening to the third album by Hania Rani, Polish piano and synthesizer phenomenon. Ghosts further pushes the boundary of neoclassical, and in a field focused on men, Hania brings diversity, lightness and acrobatic figures. Between daydreams in the streets of Honfleur alongside Erik Satie, echoes of Iceland with the presence of Ólafur Arnalds, scents of My Brightest Diamond. Ghosts is a bit like little pieces between life and death, Hania Rani, between ecstasy and alienation. It’s 5:30 in the morning, I’m going to make myself some rooibos tea and look inside.
This selection by Francis Zégut is available in WECB n°157, available on newsstands and on our online store.