When "At Least For Now" entered my life, I had this little sensation, so intriguing and frustrating at times, of "déjà vu". Still, the music, the words, the song of Benjamin Clementine did not look like much of anything known, nor in the Rock (Anthony & The Johnsons, Nick Cave by brief moments), or even in the French song that serves as yet an alibi for his exile in Paris (Ferré?) ... And then I found ... "At Least For Now" is the same emotional tsunami that had triggered the then "Grace "Jeff Buckley: very pure expression of feelings, very real, very simple too, so radically foreign to the codes of music, through an extraordinary voice, but especially a song that reached a kind of spirituality while remaining extremely close us. A single large gap, not necessarily repeatable over time, not necessarily reproducible either on stage (you will see) because of the risk of performance, of excess. The "more" here, compared to "Grace" is the accuracy of the orchestration - classical piano and strings, plus some baroque touches, finally smiling, fantasy to color everything - but above all the strength of the texts autobiographical, literary enough (we spoke Zaddie Smith, and this is an interesting track). Already the record of the year 2015?