What a joy it is to find an album you look forward to hearing straight through again and again. Like finding a pool of refreshing water in the middle of a desert. These songs each begin with a distinctive theme, then build lovingly upon it. Each one is true to its title and serves the meaning of the single word used to descibe it. You'll want to build your house next to these songs and have them as neighbors.
"Flocon" is as persistant as a scolded child begging for a toy, loved and forgiven. "Plume" paces back and forth. "Pollution" really brings to mind,in an almost humorous way, the travels of a group of gruff and nasty particles invading air and water, pushy enough to travel wherever they please. "Mort" copes patiently with sadness, aware that times' passing will bring it to an end. "Desordere" practices carefully into territory unknown to itself. "Trouble" sounds troubled but is thinking its way out of it and is soon replaced by "Ondes", a song that watches as the listener walks away at the end, but not before filling you with the kind of stregenth and courage needed to face the world another day. Its like a bowl of the best kind of warm cereal on a cold morning.
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