Nice but nothing new.

I remain a little on my hunger, but maybe I was expecting too much of this new album. The texts are perfectly crafted, beautifully interpreted. It is certainly the beautiful book, but I have rarely found the emotion that has often thrilled in previous albums Lynda Lemay. Detach from the album: "When I was p (tit guy", "Hot Soup", "The big green table" On the subject of the missing child (kidnapped) "In heaven or life" n. 'not a dramatic scale that we find in other texts like "I beat my daughter" or "Every time the train passes," to name a few.