| 1. Introduction A La Nuit |
| 2. Premier Rivage |
| 3. All-Night Cinema |
| 4. Closeyes |
| 5. Cegzebox |
| 6. Intermède Pour Petite Tête |
| 7. Eclairci Avant La Descente |
| 8. Hullabaloo |
| 9. Lugano Bar |
| 10. Disconatra |
| 11. Deep Into The Night |
| 12. Kalle Boroka |
| 13. Voici Le Jour |
Editorial Reviews
Product Description
The black line could be the one separating today and tomorrow. The night sewn with languorous hours. The spirit filled with evening vapors. This is the voyage that the French band NEGRA LINEA invites you to with its "Treize Visions" ("Thirteen Visions", 2004). A night-time reverie operated by an urban shaman. A prowler who would have been able to grasp the intimate embrace of lovers. The melancholy of a look, stolen from the corner of a bar. Somewhere elses hope. Something is striding along the morphology of the sleeping city, steeling everything as it passes by. A creature at the border between man and animal. A monkey in a suit. A monkey dwelt by the soft boredom of passing hours. A naked body here, the murmur of a car on wet asphalt, and laughs of tired strollers in another place. A whiff of a party that takes much time to begin. The fair of night-time revellers who know the secret teaching of street lights, the artificial light of cities that copy the stars! . This new release of the Gazul label is made up like a movie where one wakes up in the morning against the body of a beautiful unknown woman. Like a wandering, a so-called "night-trip". A lascivious parade of saxophones, guitars, accordions and drums, the whole thing in an electro atmosphere. The coming orgasm is felt, like a stifled scream. Like the scream of a child who would be afraid of the dark. Like the scream of regrets. Night as poetry. An initiatory mixture. This is the black line...
The black line could be the one separating today and tomorrow. The night sewn with languorous hours. The spirit filled with evening vapors. This is the voyage that the French band NEGRA LINEA invites you to with its "Treize Visions" ("Thirteen Visions", 2004). A night-time reverie operated by an urban shaman. A prowler who would have been able to grasp the intimate embrace of lovers. The melancholy of a look, stolen from the corner of a bar. Somewhere elses hope. Something is striding along the morphology of the sleeping city, steeling everything as it passes by. A creature at the border between man and animal. A monkey in a suit. A monkey dwelt by the soft boredom of passing hours. A naked body here, the murmur of a car on wet asphalt, and laughs of tired strollers in another place. A whiff of a party that takes much time to begin. The fair of night-time revellers who know the secret teaching of street lights, the artificial light of cities that copy the stars! . This new release of the Gazul label is made up like a movie where one wakes up in the morning against the body of a beautiful unknown woman. Like a wandering, a so-called "night-trip". A lascivious parade of saxophones, guitars, accordions and drums, the whole thing in an electro atmosphere. The coming orgasm is felt, like a stifled scream. Like the scream of a child who would be afraid of the dark. Like the scream of regrets. Night as poetry. An initiatory mixture. This is the black line...
Treize Visions,Negra Linea,Gazul/Musea
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Treize Visions
Manufacturer: Gazul/Musea ProductGroup: Music Binding: Audio CD ASIN: B0006J8ES0 Release Date: 2004-11-10 |
Tracks:
- Introduction A La Nuit
- Premier Rivage
- All-Night Cinema
- Closeyes
- Cegzebox
- Interm Pour Petite T
- Eclairci Avant La Descente
- Hullabaloo
- Lugano Bar
- Disconatra
- Deep Into The Night
- Kalle Boroka
- Voici Le Jour
Album Description
The black line could be the one separating today and tomorrow. The night sewn with languorous hours. The spirit filled with evening vapors. This is the voyage that the French band NEGRA LINEA invites you to with its "Treize Visions" ("Thirteen Visions", 2004). A night-time reverie operated by an urban shaman. A prowler who would have been able to grasp the intimate embrace of lovers. The melancholy of a look, stolen from the corner of a bar. Somewhere else's hope. Something is striding along the morphology of the sleeping city, steeling everything as it passes by. A creature at the border between man and animal. A monkey in a suit. A monkey dwelt by the soft boredom of passing hours. A naked body here, the murmur of a car on wet asphalt, and laughs of tired strollers in another place. A whiff of a party that takes much time to begin. The fair of night-time revellers who know the secret teaching of street lights, the artificial light of cities that copy the stars! . This new release of the Gazul label is made up like a movie where one wakes up in the morning against the body of a beautiful unknown woman. Like a wandering, a so-called "night-trip". A lascivious parade of saxophones, guitars, accordions and drums, the whole thing in an electro atmosphere. The coming orgasm is felt, like a stifled scream. Like the scream of a child who would be afraid of the dark. Like the scream of regrets. Night as poetry. An initiatory mixture. This is the black line...Rock Music:
