Avril 2023

Une petite ballade aux influences rock  avec comme participants :
- Arnaud Legrand (composition, guitare acoustique, basse, batterie, orchestre, piano)
- Tracy Hayden (paroles, chant)
- François Graiouf (guitare solo)
- Étienne Pelosoff (arrangement divers, mixage et mastering)

Bonne écoute ! :)

Steady Over (Feat Hayden Kelly)

Déposée à la SACEM Le 10 Août 2022.
Code ISWC :  T-311.927.854.1  
Code ISRC : FR-9W1-22-30904
Arrangements & Guitares : hLo @hlo-64


Un p’tit malin sans foi ni loi profite de faire ses courses, 
Assisté d’un épais bucheron à l’accent québecois
Pour compter les billets calés tout au fond de ses bourses, 
Par onanisme mercantile, il compte toujours deux fois !

Mais la forêt brûle, et il s’auto-congratule 
Et la dune recule, mais qu’est-ce qu’il est ridicule
Avec ses chiffres, ses calculs !
Car la forêt brûle, lui il admire son pécule 
Pendant qu' l’horizon recule…

Une pécore attirée par les groseilles et l’oseille 
Experte en "codes promo", vaseline, voitures noires, limousines
Influenceuse pipoteuse raccorde son maquillage 
Elle vérifie l’image, le son de tout son outillage !

Mais la forêt brûle, et elle s’auto-congratule 
Et les hectares reculent, mais qu’est-ce qu’elle est ridicule
A plaire aux gogos et à Gudule !
Car la forêt brûle, mais elle s’en fiche elle stridule
La sauterelle grillée sur sa campanule...

(PONT MUSICAL)

Je n’vais pas m’exonérer et me donner bonne conscience
Je n’sais pas où on va mais ce que j’sais c'est qu’on a plus d’essence
A force de tout cramer dans un monde fini, la croissance ?
A huit milliards sur terre je la vois comme un bug, un non sens ! Un non sens !

Car la forêt brûle, et on s’auto-congratule 
Et la dune recule, mais qu’est-ce qu’on est ridicule
Avec tous nos p'tits calculs
Et les sirènes qui hurlent
Car la forêt brûle, cumul de canicules 
Chacun dans son véhicule, quand les pompiers circulent ! Contre la montre on capitule, en attendant le crépuscule 
Et la forêt brûle, personne ne la calcule sauf les promoteurs qui spéculent, car la forêt brûle, brûle, brûle, brûle, brûle...
La forêt brûle !


Pierre de Frebourg – Août 2022

Data Centers !

La forêt brule

La forêt brûle (feat. hLo @hlo-64)

I'm super excited to share with you this remix for the wonderful artist Anni, who I've been following on socials for many years. Creating this remix felt so good ! Disco and funk kept on growing on me, it all felt so natural with Anni's voice. I love the idea of transforming a beautiful slow and deep song into a super groovy pop track !

A massive thanks to Anni and the whole Adam Audio team for organizing such a great contest. We love you, guys !


Stay sinner, stay funky !


Artist: Anni (remixed by Electrosoff aka Etienne Pelosoff)
Album: Sinner (single)
Song: Sinner (Electrosoff remix)
Year : 2022

With a love for metal, electro and jazz, the accomplished French producer and all-round adept musician Etienne Pelosoff has already amassed a wealth of academic and studio experience in just a short space of time. Along with producing a wide array of local international talents, the classically trained artist plays festivals including the Hellfest “Off” on the 16th of June 2022 and produces heavy and groovy electronic music with his side-project Electrosoff.  He will play at the prestigious New Blood Fest near Lyon on the 15th of October 2022.

Etienne Pelosoff Studio website : www.etiennepelosoff.com
Electrosoff website : www.etiennepelosoff.com/electrosoff

Anni - Sinner (Electrosoff Remix for Adam Audio 2022 Competition)

i love that bass

I Love That Bass

En souvenir de ma jeunesse en mode survie

Une fleur dans le caniveau

This track follows the theme of this new album about a young mans experience of growing up in the mid 19th century in Ireland, seeing his brother leave home to find a new life in America. When they were young lads, he and his three brothers played at being nights of the round table. Each brother was given a name; the oldest Galahad. Hence the title of the track.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EN3v7B38iGo
Music and lyrics: Phil Bowen
Guitars and keyboards: Phil Bowen
Vocals: Phil Bowen
Mixed and produced: Phil Bowen
Lyrics:
Verse 1
I went down to the packet boat
And saw my brother come alive
It’s the first time in many months
Well he was only 25
With a cold and hardened reason 
It’s hard when your deprived
But no matter what the season
We’re born strong to survive

Verse 2
 I went down to the packet boat
The sails were furled up tight
The boat was moored up by the dock
And was leaving at midnight
My brother gave me what he had 
with a photo of our deadbeat dad
and a note he signed with a flourish
and he called himself Galahad

Middle 8
So our lives can be intertwined
No matter where we are
You take my mind. You take my soul
You take my dreams and take control
But I know where my heart will lie
Just think about it a little while
We may not always see eye to eye 
But we’re brother ‘till we die
Verse 3
It’s been a while since my brother sailed
He tool a part of me 
He sent a note. One day it came
It’s what I hoped it would be
He settled down near Providence
Saved up all he had 
Paid me for a single ticket 
And signed it Galahad

Verse 4
So I went down to the packet boat
And queued up for my turn
Found a place below the deck
No thought that I’d return
Not feeling sad, with no regret
I felt that I was in his debt
With the little that I had
I thought of Galahad.

There to here  Pt. 1

Galahad

Poetry by Claude McKay
Vocals, vocal melody, poetry selection, arrangement: Nadia Selvaggi
Instrumental (composition), arrangement & mix by Brian Butts: https://soundcloud.com/brian-butts-565934842
Sax by Nigel Manning of The Windscale Blues Experiment: https://soundcloud.com/windscaleblues

America
BY CLAUDE MCKAY (1921)
Although she feeds me bread of bitterness,
And sinks into my throat her tiger’s tooth,
Stealing my breath of life, I will confess
I love this cultured hell that tests my youth.
Her vigor flows like tides into my blood,
Giving me strength erect against her hate,
Her bigness sweeps my being like a flood.
Yet, as a rebel fronts a king in state,
I stand within her walls with not a shred
Of terror, malice, not a word of jeer.
Darkly I gaze into the days ahead,
And see her might and granite wonders there,
Beneath the touch of Time’s unerring hand,
Like priceless treasures sinking in the sand.

AMERICA by Brian Butts & Nadia Selvaggi (with The Windscale Blues Experiment)

Riot sample from Les Vulves Assassines "La Retraitre".
Image: (c) Evens Salies

Reform of traitors [feat. Cecilia Blow Up Backing], 2023

This song is a tribute to beautiful lives cut short. Back in November 2022 last year three University of Virginia football players were shot and killed by a former teammate as they returned from a trip to see a play in Washington DC. It happens all too often in this country. These three were outstanding young men much loved and mourned by the community.

The amazing Ceci Wynans paid tribute in song at their memorial service:  https://youtu.be/VLA6biZDTx0

The art is a painting by D'Sean Perry, one of the three young men lost. 

This is song is sung from the imagined perspective of their parents.

Brother Gone

I still see a little boy running hiding from me and laughing then
I'd like to think that losing you had some higher reason in the end
but how can anyone know how hard it is to let you go

you were the one who always knew everything is in God's hands
but you're not here and it's so hard to understand

just look at all these people standing here
calling out your name
this would be the happiest day of my life if you were here by my side
instead all I've got is this heartbreak and pain

how was I to know it'd be the last time
that I'd see your shining face next to mine
they can take away the good years that should've been yours to claim
but they'll never take away the good man you became

I'll always see a little boy running hiding away from me
but this time you're not coming back
and I'm not sure how I'm ever gonna live with that

God I need some peace of mind
I hope that it isn't far away

Brother Gone

Expérience de fête

MEGATONE
	Les sanglots longs
	Des électrons
	De l'atome
	Percent mon coeur
	D'une chaleur
	Megatone
	Tout suffocant
	Et blême quand
	Sonne l'Heure "H"
	Je me souviens
	Des jours anciens
		Et je FLASHE  
Je m’attache
		Et je me crashe
		Comme une fusée
		Au vent mauvais
		Qui emporte	
		De ça de là	
		Mon âme et ma
		Mémoire morte Je flashe
			
	Et radieux
	Je dis adieu
	Aux feuilles mortes
	Les vents mauvais
Chargés d’UV
Les emporte
Calculateur
	Quand sonne l'heure
	L'heure "H"
	Je me souviens
	Des jours anciens
		Et je FLASHE 
Je m’attache
		Et je me crashe
		Comme une fusée
		Au vent mauvais
		Qui emporte	
		De ça de là	
		Mon âme et ma
		Mémoire morte Je flashe

   	Les sanglots longs
	Des électrons
	De l'atome
	Percent mon coeur
	D'une chaleur
	Megatone
	Que soit maudits 
tous les mots dits
	Quand on aime
	ils psalmodient l
La mélodie 
	De ma peine

MEGATONE

Strange Dark Night [Live] * Copyright SCRT Record Co.

What came first, the tree or the telegraph pole?
Either way, there was no foresight by those involved.

Bamboo didgeridoo
Yamaha tenor saxophone
Some drum sounds
Chainsaw

Journey Through The Land Of The Deformed Trees

Rodolfo https://soundcloud.com/rplanes first shared this beautiful piece with me 2 years ago, which has had a gradual development since I first wrote the lyrics back then. More recently Ce Mastro https://soundcloud.com/cemastro added some exciting backing vocals which transformed the chorus and then even more recently we invited Dave McKeown https://soundcloud.com/dave-mckeown to contribute some lovely sax that we believed was just what the song needed. Rodolfo's song has such a feeling of romantic innocence yet with a wonderful rhythmic flow, that I hoped the words might feel from a simpler time. We hope you all enjoy our song of innocence (and inexperience) which thankfully is a work of fiction. Thanks again to Rodolfo for sharing this magical piece and his great skills as well as Ce and Dave's unique gifts to make this one happen. 
We thank you all for taking the time to listen.

Rodolfo Planes - Music composition, instrumentation, arrangement, production and mix.
Ce Mastro - Backing vocals
Me - Lead vocals and lyrics
Dave McKeown - Sax solo and fills

https://continentalcollision.bandcamp.com/track/almost-lovers

Almost Lovers (by Rodolfo Planes / Mark Bennett)

Once we were almost lovers, without a care.
We weren’t like all the others, somehow we just didn’t dare.
We never faced the fact,
What we had wasn’t real,
Didn’t have to deal,
With the truth while we were putting on an act
We’d have to pay,
And quite how that would feel.

The moment when I discovered, not wanting to share,
You with any of the others, that I just couldn’t bear.
But when my back was turned,
You made out with a guy,
I thought was my friend.
Then I knew that my world had been overturned,
Put out to dry,
And what a way to end.

It’s not the way that I’d hoped this scene would play out,
Leaving the stage in the first act. 
It was cruel but at least I was left in no doubt.
C’est la vie, as a matter of fact.

Were never really lovers, just make believe.
Like sister and brother, with only ourselves to deceive.
I should have known right then,
I’d be out on my ear 
Instead of in love.
Waiting for the finale, not knowing when,
I’d disappear,
When the push comes to shove.

It’s not the way that I’d hoped this scene would play out,
Leaving the stage in the first act. 
It was cruel but at least I was left in no doubt.
C’est la vie, as a matter of fact.

Almost Lovers - Continental Collision (featuring Ce Mastro & Dave McKeown) Now Available on Bandcamp

Jesus

A song about doubt, fears and holding on. 

It has been mastered by Ryan at RCD Audio. 

Lyrics:

This washed out, mid week Morning

This morning you said you loved me
Where the hell did that come from?
I’ve been waiting months for some affection 
Now this just trips off your tongue!
On this washed out, midweek morning, 
There’s hope again! 

My routine has been disrupted 
As I’m thinking about your words
For weeks I thought that it was over
But now it seems a future’s there for us  
on this washed out, midweek morning, 
Confusion grows

And doubts intrude where trusting thoughts reside
I know I can sense it
I’m sure there’s a reason
For you to have this change of mind  
On this washed out, midweek morning 
I Feel so unsure 

And I could dig a little deeper
Yeah I could really shake that tree 
But i don’t want confirmation 
Now you’ve said you love me!
On this washed out, midweek morning 
Let’s move on! 

And doubts intrude where trusting thoughts reside 
I know I can sense it
I’m sure there’s a reason 
For you to have this change of mind
On this washed out, midweek morning, 
I’ll ignore to love 

James Whiteman Copyright May 2023

This washed out, midweek morning (RCD MASTER)

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A bottle of absinthe (that of the cursed poets) and synthesizers, an electro sound on texts and very worked melodies: Absynthus.
Steph has always sung, she dips her pen in the bitterness of a stolen childhood. Her meeting with Phil Ulrich, a cybernetic angel who spent his life creating parallel worlds, taming machines, who produced Henri Salvador's "Chambre avec vue", shared his Kurzweil with Christophe, produced the video game Dune, the first cd rom in history, this meeting plunged them into a magical world out of a Tim Burton story.
Their first album: "Megatone" will be released in September 2024

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