Music Review and Bio: Camille
Hi. I had originally planned to talk about Nick Drake today, but I
changed my mind and decided to start out with the artist who in my
opinion put out the best record of 2005. The record is Le fil, and
the artist is Camille. She is a very talented French musician with an
amazing voice and a lot of confidence. Her first album came out in 2002.
Called Le sac des filles, it is good, but not extraordinary. Some of
you may be familiar with the song “Ruby,” which is featured in an
American commercial—fortunately I can’t remember which one. I was
very pissed off when I heard it. Le fil is her second album, and
superior not only to her first record, but to anything I’ve heard in a long
time.
I would compare the changes, growth, and development of her two
albums to the differences in Radiohead’s first two albums, Pablo
Honey and The Bends. Le sac des filles is almost
straight pop, with some jazzy elements, but Le fil goes far
beyond pop. It begins with le fil, or the thread—one note that resounds
throughout the entire album. This thread ties the album together and
makes the songs run together almost like one song. One reviewer on
Amazon compared the album to a suite. Another reviewer said she
couldn’t sing—I have him pegged for an Avril Lavigne fan. A lot of
people are comparing Camille to Bjork; I like Bjork, but she’s no Camille.
She’s also compared to Fiona Apple, which is interesting simply
because they both have songs called “Pale September,” although the
songs are not the same. I can’t think of anyone to whom she should be
compared.
Now I’ll give a quick rundown of the songs. The album begins with “La
jeune fille aux cheveux blancs,” which is my favorite song. It is haunting,
dark, and beautiful. My next favorite, “Ta douleur,” follows. I think this is
the poppiest song on the album, and the catchiest. It’s still completely
different from anything else I’ve heard. This song is where her skills at
the human beatbox come into play. It’s basically a bass and her voice,
but the song is still rich and diverse. “Assise” slows it down and then
“Janine I” picks up the tempo a little. Some of the best beatbox is found
in the series of three Janine songs. Song number five is called “Vous,”
and I like it most for the backing vocals, which are strong, interesting,
and odd on all the songs. “Baby Carni Bird” is a rather melancholy song
with the chorus in English. “Pour que l’amour me quitte” is slow and sad.
It’s very calming, which I think is necessary to get ready for what’s
coming in the next few songs. “Senza” is very strange; I can’t really
describe it any other way, except to say that I like it and it fits.
“Janine II”
is fairly slow and contains more great beatbox. “Vertige” actually makes
me kind of dizzy. “Au port” is one of the best songs on the album—great
lyrics, great beat, great clapping, great sounds, great backing vocals,
great everything. One thing I love about Camille is that she can sing
really fast, which is best displayed on this song and on the next, “Janine
III,” which is the fastest and my favorite Janine song. Her voice gets
extremely raspy at one point, which sounds fantastic. “Pâle septembre”
starts off really slow and sad-sounding and then picks up into something
that is utterly amazing, especially if you’re listening at high volume in a
car. “Rue de Ménilmontant” sounds almost like a military march at times.
This is the second to last song and is very difficult to characterize. It
carries you right into the last song, “Quand je marche,” which is another
favorite of mine and one of the best songs on the album—a great end to
a great record. Although it isn’t really the end, because after this there is
half an hour of le fil.
Someone spilled a drink on my liner notes, and now all the pages are
stuck together; otherwise I would dig more into the lyrics. However, even
if you don’t know a word of French, I don’t think it will matter—you’ll still
love this album. I didn’t translate any of the song titles, but I will go
ahead and leave you with a translation of the note on the back page of
the liner notes:
The aim of the game is to not lose the thread
I took my breath
I chose a note and held it
like a rubber band
Martin
hoisted me up
Matthew held me as a pendulum
I sang
above, below the thread
I played the tightrope walker, the
contortionist
the thread held well
I found myself wrapped up
so I cut the thread
and ran away
I run after my dream:
the horizon line
- Camille -
AG has lived throughout the US, as well as in England and France. He
listens to a variety of music, most of it out of the mainstream. Check out
his blog at
http://www.writingup.com/blog/luckyday
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