We have to go back to the beginning of the 1970’s for the release of this debut album a nothing crazy —in appearance only— and passionately orgiastic, where the burgundy brothers MARCŒUR knew how to make sound any noise and could, in a few deceptively innocuous and declaimed sentences more than sung, bring out from the everyday —our daily life— a tasty poetry, tinged with humor and a slightly bitter irony…
We can delight listen in loop to the juicy text of the chansong {«C’est Raté, C’est Raté !»} opening this eponymous first album to convince himself that ALBERT MARCŒUR could afford anything and bewitch us with flexibility and accuracy ; So many caresses without laziness or politeness ← Reckless youthness…
Originally edited in 1974 (on vinyl) by Atlantic∼WEA |
Reissued in 2001 (on CD) under the label of Marcœur ’s brothers → LABEL FRÈRES |
ak 002 |
C’Est Raté, C’Est Raté
Simone
Tu Tapes Trop Fort
Appaladerie
Que Le Temps Est Long
Mon Père Avait Un P’tit Champ D’Pommes
Qu’Est Ce Que Tu As ?