Recorded at Studio "Le Matin Calme"
Mixed at Studios du Palais des Congrès
Mastered at "Master One"
Editions Bertrand Le Page / Polygram Music
except B1: Editions Bertrand Le Page / Cézame
& B3: Editions Bertrand Le Page / Movie Box Music
Crijevo, Oct 05, 2007
A stunning statement of French-pop music. Ironically, this one, among other Farmers masterpieces was a massive hit record while Mylene sounds quite distant from stereotypical commercial successes.
Her talents were (and still are) often compared to those of Madonnas but she cut as equally, if not abbrasively, different stylistic niche - evident in both, music and video of the time, which even by todays standards seem well crafted and timeless - while many of her contemporaries proved quite dated as the 80s progressed, Mylenes music was quite a feat, she was always more of a French Pet Shop Boy than Lollita or Madonna in terms of her public image.
Songs are a fair mixture of sexual and introverted matters, most notably death and violence, all wrapped up under strange veil of melancholy. While singing predominanly in French, there are tiny interferences in English (Well never Die), choosing these phrases more for their sound than actual meaning, although it is obvious from such titles Mylene uses them with purpose.
In its total, Cendres de Lune will remain more of the alternative crowds favourite rather than people who expect something of a certain Vanessa Paradis. Libertine like its tiny predecessors - the original single versions of Maman a Tort and Out De Tous Des Imbeciles (the latter remaining an obscurity in itself, missing from any potential CD edition) seem harmless and typically naive French style pop, however there is slight air of mystery here; Maman a Tort is reported to be a story of a girl embraced by a nurse, slowly falling in love with her; while already a title suggestion that We Are All Idiots is a chucked grenade in an otherwise harmless pop-song.
A bit one-dimensional at first listen, Cendres de Lune is an eclectic mix of choral arrangements, aggressive synthdrums and childish vocal theatrics - listening to pieces like Chloe, Plus Grandir, or creepy pieces Vieoux Bouc and the title instrumental, seems more ideal a soundtrack to The Omen than to Eurovision song contest; intelligently mixing chanson trademarks with modern electro-pop won Mylene Farmer a formula she follows throughout most of her career; enigmatic and exposed at the same time. Brilliant.