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Tracklist:
1. Terres étrangères
2. Une femme ondulait
3. La langue
4. Le courage des innocents
5. Une tribu voisine
6. Ou aller
7. 'Cratie
8. La voix
9. Vers l'infini
10. L'infini
11. Et ainsi va le monde
12. Songe
13. Un jour prochain
14. Final

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In Olivier Savaresse's discs we come to retrieve a retrieve of adventurous spirit, of the assurance of being lost in uncertain convolutions. Yet, never stingy with paradoxes, the author intellect tells a story as in the concept albums of the 70s with a beautiful nuance in the science of chapters. The Courage of the Innocents recounts the journey of two souls lost to unknown lands. As the story unfolds, we focus on these characters. And we to encircle in these tinkered songs and sometimes Lo-Fi a beautiful parable about our relationship abroad, to whoever leaves his land to find a better way of life in a fantasy El Dorado. Olivier Savaresse plays as much with leash words (and their sounds) as with the Foutrac. Never removed from a gesture of Art Brut, he imitate want to assert a first incoherence in the construction of his pieces. It swarms with ideas like a badly tidy attic where we know that we will patiently discover this or that vestige. Here a minimal people lament (Foreign Lands), there a ESCECIS back to an original and Edenic extent (A Woman Waved). And that without our being able to explain it, return to our memory these images of Paradise: Love, this membrane of Ulrich Seidl and his neo-colonialist hedonism. Yet, in Savaresse, unlike Seidl, there is never cruelty or cynicism for his characters. On the contrary, at the turn of some melancholy details, he slips a point of wit.

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A man, open mouth, bareheaded, the neck bathed in a fresh watercress crusade musical and acoustic dissonances: Olivier Savaresse and the courage of the innocents. Let's talk about courage. Between those who claim to use it to grumble and those who are lamentable source of nonsense, there are not many pies to the throwing ...

Olivier Savaresse, playfully capricious, casts winks on the side of Gainsbourg de Marilou under the snow (The Language). We will linger for a long time on leash discreet arrangements maiden affluence, perfect counterpoints and complements to its tongue vaporous and enigmatic.

Olivier Savaresse continues to pose his story punctuated by a few interludes here and there (And so) when it does not precedence to a Funk experimental-seventies, explosions at the Funkadelic (The Voice). The Courage of the Innocents is an eminently political record that never really dreadfuls nor support skip, the words of Frederic Taddei there as a decompact of the right to express freedom and the refusal of censorship. It is also a spiritual object that never takes itself seriously in an intellectualist place. Savaresse always disarms complexity with a hint of witticism, voluntary borrowing from Lalo Schiffrin and the theme of Mission Impossible (Towards Infinity) or mocking and diverting guitars (Infinity).

A man, open mouth, bareheaded, the neck bathed in a fresh watercress crusade musical and acoustic dissonances: Olivier Savaresse and the courage of the innocents. Let's talk about courage. Between those who claim to use it to grumble and those who are lamentable source of nonsense, there are not many pies to the throwing ...

Olivier Savaresse thinks a little about Taxi Girl and a lot about Gainsbourg. Which gives this disc, decidedly unfamiliar, a lifetimeeffective offshoot '. Valerie Lehoux. (fff - Télérama) 'The singer crosswise leash pieces with the indolence of a festop nibbling the lugs. And it's really soothing, a spontaneous exchange without back-pence. Regenerating. Nathalie Bachelerie. (Froggy's luxuriate) 'It is disgusted, if there are occasional rather obvious approximations, the leg of Olivier Savaresse remains very personal and finds the good vogue between the restraint and the virtuosity of the notes and words' Marc Mineur. (Critical minds) 'This is an ambitious and exciting project. Its requirement, necessarily uncomfortable with the mode of consumption of music privileged so far, especially on the net, is yet an essential prerequisite. Alain Birmann (Wavelengths)

Olivier Savaresse thinks a little about Taxi Girl and a lot about Gainsbourg. Which gives this disc, decidedly unfamiliar, a lifetimeeffective offshoot '. Valerie Lehoux. (fff - Télérama) 'The singer crosswise leash pieces with the indolence of a festop nibbling the lugs. And it's really soothing, a spontaneous exchange without back-pence. Regenerating. Nathalie Bachelerie. (Froggy's luxuriate) 'It is disgusted, if there are occasional rather obvious approximations, the leg of Olivier Savaresse remains very personal and finds the good vogue between the restraint and the virtuosity of the notes and words' Marc Mineur. (Critical minds) 'This is an ambitious and exciting project. Its requirement, necessarily uncomfortable with the mode of consumption of music privileged so far, especially on the net, is yet an essential prerequisite. Alain Birmann (Wavelengths)

Some discs are not made skink leash chilly. They ask for something other than a hasty analysis. This is the case of this new album by Olivier Savaresse, Courage Des Innocents. If one were to qualify as a single device necessarily reducing, it would be without doubt changing as the compositions of the gentleman seem shady and temperamental. When others sing the wildness of the birds and wishing their female, Olivier Savaresse humility in rehabilitating the guiltlessness.

At the same time sensual and modest. Half phrased, half twanged, not totally spoken nor promoted to slammed, the singer obstruct the pieces with the indolency of a féyield nibbling the pins. And it's soothingly soothing, a spontaneous exchange without back-pence. Régénédeclaim.

Texts talk about it. Undoubtedly, they fountain part of the most beautiful heard during this year 2015 on a disk twanged in French. We often think of Bashung for this so striking way to sound leash words, with strange and bizarre stories, between poetry, abstraction, absurdity (the Larousse Dictionary) and pure moments of literary bravery (The Contemplations, Sodom and Gomorrah).

Olivier Savaresse continues to pose his story punctuated by a few interludes here and there (And so) when it does not precedence to a Funk experimental-seventies, explosions at the Funkadelic (The Voice). The Courage of the Innocents is an eminently political record that never really dreadfuls nor support skip, the words of Frederic Taddei there as a decompact of the right to express freedom and the refusal of censorship. It is also a spiritual object that never takes itself seriously in an intellectualist place. Savaresse always disarms complexity with a hint of witticism, voluntary borrowing from Lalo Schiffrin and the theme of Mission Impossible (Towards Infinity) or mocking and diverting guitars (Infinity).

Olivier Savaresse continues to pose his story punctuated by a few interludes here and there (And so) when it does not precedence to a Funk experimental-seventies, explosions at the Funkadelic (The Voice). The Courage of the Innocents is an eminently political record that never really dreadfuls nor support skip, the words of Frederic Taddei there as a decompact of the right to express freedom and the refusal of censorship. It is also a spiritual object that never takes itself seriously in an intellectualist place. Savaresse always disarms complexity with a hint of witticism, voluntary borrowing from Lalo Schiffrin and the theme of Mission Impossible (Towards Infinity) or mocking and diverting guitars (Infinity).

In Olivier Savaresse's discs we come to retrieve a retrieve of adventurous spirit, of the assurance of being lost in uncertain convolutions. Yet, never stingy with paradoxes, the author intellect tells a story as in the concept albums of the 70s with a beautiful nuance in the science of chapters. The Courage of the Innocents recounts the journey of two souls lost to unknown lands. As the story unfolds, we focus on these characters. And we to encircle in these tinkered songs and sometimes Lo-Fi a beautiful parable about our relationship abroad, to whoever leaves his land to find a better way of life in a fantasy El Dorado. Olivier Savaresse plays as much with leash words (and their sounds) as with the Foutrac. Never removed from a gesture of Art Brut, he imitate want to assert a first incoherence in the construction of his pieces. It swarms with ideas like a badly tidy attic where we know that we will patiently discover this or that vestige. Here a minimal people lament (Foreign Lands), there a ESCECIS back to an original and Edenic extent (A Woman Waved). And that without our being able to explain it, return to our memory these images of Paradise: Love, this membrane of Ulrich Seidl and his neo-colonialist hedonism. Yet, in Savaresse, unlike Seidl, there is never cruelty or cynicism for his characters. On the contrary, at the turn of some melancholy details, he slips a point of wit.

Some discs are not made skink leash chilly. They ask for something other than a hasty analysis. This is the case of this new album by Olivier Savaresse, Courage Des Innocents. If one were to qualify as a single device necessarily reducing, it would be without doubt changing as the compositions of the gentleman seem shady and temperamental. When others sing the wildness of the birds and wishing their female, Olivier Savaresse humility in rehabilitating the guiltlessness.

In Olivier Savaresse's discs we come to retrieve a retrieve of adventurous spirit, of the assurance of being lost in uncertain convolutions. Yet, never stingy with paradoxes, the author intellect tells a story as in the concept albums of the 70s with a beautiful nuance in the science of chapters. The Courage of the Innocents recounts the journey of two souls lost to unknown lands. As the story unfolds, we focus on these characters. And we to encircle in these tinkered songs and sometimes Lo-Fi a beautiful parable about our relationship abroad, to whoever leaves his land to find a better way of life in a fantasy El Dorado. Olivier Savaresse plays as much with leash words (and their sounds) as with the Foutrac. Never removed from a gesture of Art Brut, he imitate want to assert a first incoherence in the construction of his pieces. It swarms with ideas like a badly tidy attic where we know that we will patiently discover this or that vestige. Here a minimal people lament (Foreign Lands), there a ESCECIS back to an original and Edenic extent (A Woman Waved). And that without our being able to explain it, return to our memory these images of Paradise: Love, this membrane of Ulrich Seidl and his neo-colonialist hedonism. Yet, in Savaresse, unlike Seidl, there is never cruelty or cynicism for his characters. On the contrary, at the turn of some melancholy details, he slips a point of wit.

Olivier Savaresse thinks a little about Taxi Girl and a lot about Gainsbourg. Which gives this disc, decidedly unfamiliar, a lifetimeeffective offshoot '. Valerie Lehoux. (fff - Télérama) 'The singer crosswise leash pieces with the indolence of a festop nibbling the lugs. And it's really soothing, a spontaneous exchange without back-pence. Regenerating. Nathalie Bachelerie. (Froggy's luxuriate) 'It is disgusted, if there are occasional rather obvious approximations, the leg of Olivier Savaresse remains very personal and finds the good vogue between the restraint and the virtuosity of the notes and words' Marc Mineur. (Critical minds) 'This is an ambitious and exciting project. Its requirement, necessarily uncomfortable with the mode of consumption of music privileged so far, especially on the net, is yet an essential prerequisite. Alain Birmann (Wavelengths)

A man, open mouth, bareheaded, the neck bathed in a fresh watercress crusade musical and acoustic dissonances: Olivier Savaresse and the courage of the innocents. Let's talk about courage. Between those who claim to use it to grumble and those who are lamentable source of nonsense, there are not many pies to the throwing ...

At the same time sensual and modest. Half phrased, half twanged, not totally spoken nor promoted to slammed, the singer obstruct the pieces with the indolency of a féyield nibbling the pins. And it's soothingly soothing, a spontaneous exchange without back-pence. Régénédeclaim.

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