Tom's right, Tromp L'oeil by Malajube seems pretty great to me after a couple of listens. I also checked out their previous album Le Compte Complet briefly and wasn't really as taken with it, but it probably deserves a bit more thought. I will say, though, that unlike most people I know, I really do care about song lyrics which makes it a bit hard for me to get into foreign language tunes. These guys are French Canadians so I can understand the occassional line, but mostly it's jibberish. Maybe if I see the words written down somewhere I can figure it out.
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Malajube
23 Nov 2006 03:22 pm
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If you learn to stop liking lyrics, you'll be much happier.
There's a new music award in Canada, called the Polaris, which is supposed to go to the best album - totally divorced from market appeal or sales. 10 bands were in the running, and it was considered quite an upset that Malajube didn't win (although they were nominated).
But really, lyrics? Needing them to be worthy of cognition tosses out a lot of perfectly useful music. I agree that they can add a tremendous amount to a song, but I'd certainly argue that the mean effect falls on the side of detraction.
I'll trade you all my spoken word CDs for all your instrumental ones any day.
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It's kind of an ode to Montreal. There's some words connoting orgasms and stuff.
Trop pauvre pour les pilules, j'fais la putain pourtant j'suis nul
Et toutes ces choses que j'éjacule
J'cours contre la montre, j'cours mais j'recule
Oh Montréal
T'es tellement froide
Une ours polaire dans l'autobus
J'm'inspire du pire
Pour m'enrichir
Et je t'aime tellement que j'hallucine
Papapapapadapada
J'passe sous silence ton arrogance
Tu gardes le rythme tu m'mets en transe
Papapapapadapada
J'ai c'que j'mérite et quelle jouissance
J'ai c'que j'mérite et quelle jouissance
Papapapapadapada
Ton visage sur mon magazine
Ton palmarès de concubines
Oh Montréal
T'es tellement froide
Une ours polaire dans l'autobus
J'm'inspire du pire
Pour m'enrichir
Et je t'aime tellement que j'hallucine
Papapapapadapada
J'passe sous silence ton arrogance
Tu gardes le rythme tu m'mets en transe
Papapapapadapada
J'ai c'que j'mérite et quelle jouissance
J'ai c'que j'mérite et quelle jouissance
Le chat ronfle et tu parles dans ton sommeil
Et pourtant, je n'arrive pas à fermer l’œil
Posted by Wade | November 23, 2006 3:40 PM