Giveaway, Camille live
Like I said before, I have one copy of the Berry album to give away. Now I add a copy of the new Camille album. Want one? Just write a guestpost (100-200 wrds) on your favourite French song, sung by a girl. Old, new, known, unknown, don't matter. Mail to Guuzbourg@gmail.com. State which album you want.
A propos Camille, I attended her concert at the Royal Circus in Bruxelles last Friday. If you're a Camille-fan but think Music Hole is a so-so album, go see her live. It all falls into place. You will see no instruments on stage, bar a piano. You will groove to the phat phunky beatbox-grooves of Ezra and Saïan Supa Crew's Sly. You'll laugh at the four backgroundsingers, how they (tap)dance, swing, sway and make unearthly sounds. You'll be amazed at the concentration level of all singers - it looks so loosely knit, but they need to be very focussed for else it ends up a mess. And you will fall deeply in love with the orange-clad Camille. Her larynx is the organic equivalent of a guitar player's array of effect pedals. She removes her bra when challenged. She makes the public bark like a dog, or meow like a cat. When she says she's hungry because she only eats organic food, someone throws her a banana. She eats it (after making a beat on how long it will take), then tries to make one of her singers slip on the bananaskin.
All songs of Music Hole were played, you'll notice what a versatile, at times bone-chillingly beautiful album it is. She also plays Ta Douleur, Au Port and Pale Septembre, and if you're in a venue like the Royal Circus, you will notice how hard the public sings along. Camille is a star, that's for sure.
Two other great moments: the great Dead Kennedys cover (Camille sang Too Drunk to Fuck as part of Nouvelle Vague, as you know), and the third (!) encore: Paris. A song from her debut-album, sung with the whole ensemble on the front of the stage with no (!!) microphones.
A propos Camille, I attended her concert at the Royal Circus in Bruxelles last Friday. If you're a Camille-fan but think Music Hole is a so-so album, go see her live. It all falls into place. You will see no instruments on stage, bar a piano. You will groove to the phat phunky beatbox-grooves of Ezra and Saïan Supa Crew's Sly. You'll laugh at the four backgroundsingers, how they (tap)dance, swing, sway and make unearthly sounds. You'll be amazed at the concentration level of all singers - it looks so loosely knit, but they need to be very focussed for else it ends up a mess. And you will fall deeply in love with the orange-clad Camille. Her larynx is the organic equivalent of a guitar player's array of effect pedals. She removes her bra when challenged. She makes the public bark like a dog, or meow like a cat. When she says she's hungry because she only eats organic food, someone throws her a banana. She eats it (after making a beat on how long it will take), then tries to make one of her singers slip on the bananaskin.
All songs of Music Hole were played, you'll notice what a versatile, at times bone-chillingly beautiful album it is. She also plays Ta Douleur, Au Port and Pale Septembre, and if you're in a venue like the Royal Circus, you will notice how hard the public sings along. Camille is a star, that's for sure.
Two other great moments: the great Dead Kennedys cover (Camille sang Too Drunk to Fuck as part of Nouvelle Vague, as you know), and the third (!) encore: Paris. A song from her debut-album, sung with the whole ensemble on the front of the stage with no (!!) microphones.
posted by Guuzbourg @ 3:25 PM
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