THE TALLEST MAN ON EARTH AU SCOPITONE

date et heure

du mercredi 10 mars 2010 à 21:00
au jeudi 11 mars 2010 à 00:00

infos

THE TALLEST MAN ON EARTH
http://www.myspace.com/thetallestmanonearth

The Tallest Man On Earth, Kristian Matsson, gets lost in the stupor, in the pre-dawn and in the watery ramble of all that isn't muscle memory. He gets distracted by the darkness, intoxicated by it, and by the drizzle that he enjoys the company of from time to time. He professes his love, period, for all of these struggles as the steel a man, while stealing some of his sanity, even if it's not really being used all that much. He sings with a high bit of squeak in his voice, as if his throat is curled a bit at the end, puckering itself and just giving it all it's got to crow up to a young and vibrant swath of sunlight in the morning hours or to croon at a chalky moon that allows him to bask in a tolerable coldness.The season once claimed healthy could be any of the four as Matsson seems to get into all of their extremities - the brittle colds, the oppressive heats, the rapid changes and the rainy weeks that seep through house foundations and flood the fish blind. He sings later in the session that "that old dark was mine," and it feels like a funeral, as if something was lost because somewhere along the line, the dark becomes scary. The old dark, before you learn of so many bad things and bad people, isn't anything to be afraid of. It may actually be loving and comforting. But it always becomes something else, something to avoid, something that gets redefined and kind of ugly. There's a lingering desire in Tallest Man On Earth songs to overcome, to get to a slumber that's therapeutic, that he'll wake up from completely refreshed. He's just gotta keep closing his eyes and getting that first step out of the way. Sean Moeller


JULIEN PRAS
http://www.myspace.com/julienpras

Depuis la révélation de Any Downs At All au début des années 2000, les amateurs de musiques anglo-saxonnes connaissent la griffe Calc. En 2008, Julien Pras s'embarque dans une odyssée solitaire. Accompagné de sa seule guitare acoustique, il compose une série de chansons purement folk, à base de rêves, de désirs de fuite et de rédemption. Il écrit, tourne, enregistreseul, retrouvant le plaisir de tout diriger lui-même, sans autre but que monter une collection de chansons parfaites : de celles qui vous touchent à la premièreécoute par leur sensibilité et leur évidence, sans fioritureet sans chichi.