thierry massard / 31 octobre 2021 - 13:00
Lingering for a moment on a fleeting announcement, considering current events as likely to captivate if not capture the air of the present. Gracious ironies of morning listenings. Expected or not (what does it matter) "Always inside your head" by Lone is the central character of these few days. Futile, we stop in front of the window, without any particular intention or desire, sonic flâneurs, without title or goal, to paraphrase one of our most illustrious friends. The unfolding is graceful, self-piloting, evanescent vocals, loops without splashes, hardly if we hold our attention on the evocation of a "you're not alone" of yesteryear (inlove2) or of a refrigerated madonna (tree for tree), the circulation is fluid, we won't be late - Reassured, indolents?