Blues as a road, an exile, and redemption

With his second album, Ramble Soul, Ondelic dives even deeper into the dust-covered corners of the soul. Released in April 2025, the record cements the artist’s sonic identity: a roadside blues sound, dark and emotional, rooted in alternative folk with ghostly echoes from the American South.

The album’s eight tracks form a kind of diary of a drifter carrying pain in his pocket and ghosts in the passenger seat. With raw production and weighty lyrics, Ondelic turns silence and space into language — as in “Dust and Tears Highway,” which opens the record like a wandering lament, or “The Crows Whisper,” closing the cycle with an almost ritualistic hush.

Ramble Soul is an album of passage. It deals with escape, collapse, and renewal with the ease of someone who's walked those roads more than once. Stripped-down arrangements and a gravel-toned voice give the work an intimate weight — as if each song were sung to a mirror, or to the bottom of an empty glass.

More than a follow-up, this second record is an emotional and aesthetic refinement, where Ondelic finds clarity precisely in the shadows. It's an album to play while driving with no destination — or while lying still, staring at the ceiling, as the world outside spins in silence.

Graveyard train

Dance in the Storm

the light that stayed

Is It Wrong That I Didn't Cry?

2. Run into the light

hollow like me

Still Bleeding In The Sun 2

inside your silence

Production originale par Irilove, Parole et musique.
forteresses royales

Accrochées au vide, elles tiennent encore,  
dans le vent qui coupe les falaises.  
Quéribus, Peyrepertuse, Aguilar…  
des noms qu’on dit comme une prière,  
des pierres qui ne lâchent pas.  

On disait châteaux cathares,  
ça sonnait comme une légende,  
comme des voix brûlées dans la nuit.  
Aujourd’hui ce sont forteresses royales,  
mais les murs s’en fichent,  
ils gardent la même mémoire.  


La tramontane tord les vignes,  
ça cogne sec, ça gifle les toits.  
Là-haut les remparts regardent, muets,  
ils savent ce que nous, on oublie.  


On disait châteaux cathares,  
comme si le nom suffisait.  
Aujourd’hui ce sont forteresses royales,  
le souffle reste le même,  
c’est le vertige qui parle.  


J’ai grandi dans cette poussière,  
dans ces collines qui s’accrochent au ciel.  
Peu importe le nom,  
ces pierres tiennent encore debout,  
elles savent d’où on vient.  

Châteaux cathares, forteresses royales…  
les mots changent,  
le vent non.  
Et l’Aude continue de chanter  
dans la bouche de ses murailles.

Forteresses Royales

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