Aldous Harding
Cette jeune femme de 25 ans a le charme de l’ancien, dès la 1ère écoute on pense immédiatement à Joan Baez, Jacqui McShee, Linda Perhacs ou encore Vashti Bunyan…
La néo-zélandaise, Aldous Harding, délivre un folk fragile, ouvert sur les grandes étendues de l’Océan. Ça susurre et pourtant c’est très intense, incarné, on se sent presque gêné de partager ces moments d’intimité, on se tait pour capturer tous les détails, toutes ces respirations.
Je frissonne sur ce clip étrange, presque dérangeant :
I will never marry my love
I will die waiting for the bells
Death, come pull me underwater
I have nothing left to fear from hell
I was gifted at the music
I was born the day the year was new
Someone has stolen all the water
I keep the pills inside an urn
Lord, show me my daughter
Show me her before she burned
We go walking in the hallways
Now and then a record gives a tune
Sometimes we hang from our chambers
Baudelaire in the afternoon
The yellow rose is a stranger
The devil’s invitation in bloom
I stand looking at my chamber
There are many things upon the floor
The blade is ready for the slaughter
The Virgin Mary hangs on the door
I will arrive at death’s border
Take back the cover God has torn from me
I am at the river with baby
Her father enters with a leap
Hold her head above the water
She is pale against the streak
I am the horse beneath his daughter
He is the mountain underneath
y a comme une forme de gravité dans ce qu’elle raconte. C’est pas du Rubettes.