Review by DjBatman
4 stars out of 4
Another huge McLaren scam (or maybe not!): this time the guy puts together
a huge tribute to Paris, and includes all his personal obsessions: an image
of himself (?) walking in the streets of the French capital, wearing
black like James Bond; Miles Davis and the jazz scene; Juliette Gréco
and Catherine Deneuve; a lost love from the past, sex and delirium; crowd
noises and some French spoken word; african chants representing the
multi-ethnicity of modern France; Françoise Hardy committing "the
ultimate erotic suicide" on a bed of roses. One would say that
McLaren's voice is simply crap... yet his strange vocals still look
perfect on the stunning atmospheres of "Driving into delirium".
The same concepts and lyrics seem to recur in different moments of the
album, amplifying that "obsessive" factor that McLaren seems
to communicate to the listener. Hmm. Or maybe he just couldn't think
about more original lyrics. Hehe. Seriously (believe it or not), this
is probably the most serious release that the guy ever produced in his
whole career: he seems to truly love "the jazz-drenched scent of
this city" and not only manages to include some classic names well
known to the French audience; he even releases it on the prestigious
Disques Vogue label. So, take a trip to Paris: "a city where I have
often been lost in a daydream, listening to Eric Satie, Art Blakey and
Serge Gainsbourg. Some of their blood and smells remain."
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