by mistake, but also the media and ribbon, and I offered it all, not my niece this time, but friends with whom I made the beak because we did not agree on the Translation of "sea change". We note that the French can decline all ways ... well, whatever, if you lack the vocabulary to express a French expression in English, translate simply as "sea change" 9 times out ... 10 it goes ... Well, the music ... it's not bad to sleep. Pleasant voice, folk guitars, sometimes destroy arrangements, it looks sometimes to the Neil Young and more opiate sometimes in the least drunken Gainsbourg (Paper Tiger). For the atmosphere one could almost compare it to a cross between Simon and Garfunkel and Tom Waits as prozac ... So cool and depressive mood. I had already hacked this CD a few years ago when I was interested in this kind again, it was nice to hear again. In conclusion: good, as my confectioner Beck. My friends thanked me warmly. Baby, I'm a lost case
