With the kind of exquisite Gallic phrasing that immediately made me think of Brel, Melusine by Cecilie McLorin Saivant had half the job done where I was concerned, in seconds.
Cecilie is the kind of ice cool chanteuse best appreciated in a Jazz venue with the the lights dimmed, on the banks of the River Seine. Failing that, your Living Room and a good set of headphones should do.
This is the kind of record that tempts me to resort to pidgin French, Google Translate and smack my lips. Allez-y. mon ami. Vous ne le regretterez pas. Bet you wish you could do that with your tongue.
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