Autour de Lucie
Immobile (Nettwerk)
by Katy Shea
I would have sworn that one of the seven signs of Armageddon would be me listening to any kind of popular music with a total disregard for lyrical content, especially if said music could be described as “electronica” and man, it was a shock for me to be completely entranced by the beauty and depth of Autour de Lucie’s Immobile to the point where I was overwhelmed and swept up in its wash of liquid beauty. The Parisian trio surprised me, obviously, but I feel lucky to have happened upon this CD, as it is not my usual habit to scour the international bins in search of songs I can’t understand.
The language barrier is a gift here, enabling the listener to focus on the lush waves of sound and mood without the weight of the usual pre-interpretation. The sentiments of loss, regret, and sadness are omnipresent (re: French band) but these feelings are raised to a level of synchronicity and transcendence that surround you without pretense.