machine à musique ,machine à rêver, les gnomes s'amusent au jardin galactique, on les voit se glisser sous la lumière ,se prélasser sous les étoiles, étirer l'espace jusqu'au delà de l'âme, y dessiner de longues nappes de brume pour que les corps légers viennent y danser . un album qui offre une énergie maligne et savamment dosée .

Much better without the "grichage". Thanks!

Nice to wake up with too... toujours la. Light and wonderfully dynamic, instils a modicum of hope. Lovely composition and execution. Nice progression managing to avoid becoming dull and repetitive. Reminds me of St.Etienne or Candyflip when they were bright and instrumental. Lazyland reminds me of an effort I made to reach out and discovered inertia and disinterestedness for the most part. Why I should have expected otherwise is beyond my understanding. I even had the temerity to think I could write a book in a world full of blogs, still something I cannot enter into the spirit of. Perhaps it inculcates that old sense of feeling vulnerable and over-sensitive. Then, lazy it is and scared I remain. I've hurt enough. Memory machines gets it right. Void is a sense of being for me, and I was briefly an old voidoid along with Richard Hell, once the epitomy of Crass and with a life filled with Poison Girls (good live as I remember). Lovely, energetic acceptance of the dark matter in the grey matter. Almost a lounge piece. And if this place turns into a void, it was all for nothing, but it doesn't matter anymore. Emotional shutdown is imperative to protect the core, preserve that which remains good and unsullied. Clichéd is what it seems on the surface, but as the words in the song (not this one), I am not the shell you see, I am the emptiness beneath. Que sera, sera. Love that cornet/trumpet sound and its synthetic partner in musical crime. Buddha was a prophet too, and more importantly revered as a human too, not part of some gruesome twosome bound together by a tenuous sense of spirit. The title of the last track just reminds me of Bowie, such are my synaptical linkages. And as the track progresses, it sticks in my head. There is a similar sense of the trés jolie. Nice little album to wake up to. Thanks for the listen.