Klima’s glow-in-the-dark star-spangled wallpaper
Klima, aka Angèle David Guillou is a young and promising French songwriter who lives and works in London. I discovered her latest opus – the eponymous debut album Klima – at my local record shop (thank God some of them still exist and they still sell indie stuff like this) and I immediately fell in love with her very atmospheric and beautifully arranged record.
I picked up one of my favourite songs, fluorescent stars, in which Angèle is dreaming on her bed looking at the glow-in-the-dark stars on her wall paper in London while her friends are having drinks at a nearby pub. It reminded me of a similar night I spent in Brewster Gardens, near Shepherd’s bush a long time ago. I painted a small watercolour postcard depicting Angèle and her star-spangled wallpaper. I have also reproduced the lyrics of the song and provided a podcast excerpt (other bits available from her myspace page). Don’t forget to buy this beautiful record by clicking the amazon link or even better, go to your local record shop and buy it from them.
Angèle has a myspace page at http://www.myspace.com/contactklima and here is what the Sunday Times have written about her:
» Breaking Act’ in the Sunday Times KLIMA
Who is she?
A London-based French musician, Angèle David-Guillou. Her eponymous debut album thrums with haunting atmospherics, strange textures, lyrics about solitude among the multitudes – part chamber pop, part sepulchral electronica, it’s sprinkled with beautiful vocals, alternating between intimacy and aloofness. For fans of Cocteau Twins, Björk, the Knife, Sol Seppy, Hanne Hukkelberg and Cathy Davey, tracks such as Fluorescent Stars, Her Love Is Happy and Neverending are like the soundtrack to a private diary whose writer wanders round a sultry city, observing others and, crucially, herself before drifting home to write it all up and set it to music. The perfect summer album for people who like their music a bubble off plumb.
From The Sunday Times
April 29, 2007 «
I’m staying in bed, watching the stars on my wall
my friends are in a bar
drinking beers and telling jokes
I’m here on my own,
counting the stars
so many of them
my eyes are closing.
1, 2, 3, 4 hundred
the noise from the street
is coming to my ears
but they have decided to be deaf tonight
concentrate on the stars
so many of them,
my eyes are closing
so many of them,
1, 2, 3, 4 hundred.
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