Monday, April 16, 2007

Reviews:: Carla Bruni No Promises

Carla Bruni has a lot going for her. She was a successful model and has become a bit of a musical celebrity in Paris (at least according to my buddy Raphael who lives there). Now, she released her first English sung record – No Promises - lyrically derived from classic poetry.

I know this idea is nothing new, but when Carla converts works by poets like Yeats, Dickinson, Auden and de la Mare, she somehow manages to make the words her own and sounds amazing singing in English. The album opens with a Jack Johnson-esque ditty Those Dancing Days are Gone, but instead of Jack’s trademark vocals, the mood is carried by Carla’s throaty yet sugar glazed, delicate lyrics. She’s able to mix a subtle amount of soul with an effortless floating delivery and the result, not shockingly, is seductive as hell.

The rest of the record is a more strolling, somber affair – and that just adds to Bruni’s allure. The restrained pace burns a single image into my brain. I can see her sitting in her Paris apartment, working out the lyrics from an old poetry book, as the sunlight shines through the open window. As she tinkers out the arrangements on her acoustic, a cigarette burns slowly, untouched in an ashtray. As this fictitious smoke bellows around the room, contrasting the beams of light, I begin to embrace the CD completely. There is nothing sexier than picturing a talented female artist writing songs.

The songs suit the visions of the poem, and her voice benefits from the excellent, understated guitar work. Simply put, this CD has found a home in my Sunday morning listening booth, and I don’t think it’s going anywhere any time soon.

MP3:: Those Dancing Days are Gone

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