The Limiñanas - Shadow People - VINYL LP

LP version. Comes in a gatefold sleeve with spot varnish; 180 gram vinyl; Includes CD. InchWhat was old is new againInch... The old adage is so tired that nobody takes it's proper measure all people hear is the word IncholdInch, when the important one is InchnewInch. Making new things out of old things is an act of alchemy. The proof is in The Limiñanas's fifth album - no rest for the wicked of Perpignan - which is blown right open here and there by a few very contemporary guests. After the opener, InchOuvertureInch, with it's almost surf-like guitars, comes InchLe Premier JourInch, where Lionel Limiñana talks about his rock baptism with the punks, the mods, the skinheads, and the Lambrettas of his youth in the South of France. What comes just after is the seismic shock of InchIstanbul Is SleepyInch the Imprimatur of Anton Newcombe of The Brian Jonestown Massacre is simply enormous. Then comes Emmanuelles Seigner's super sexy tornado on the title track; and InchDimancheInch follows, with Bertrand Belin. Lionel sees him as a InchFrench Nick Cave who writes songs that resemble films.Inch InchThe GiftInch features Peter Hook who scrapes his bass guitar again here; obviously a song reminiscent of an early period New Order. Finally, the Limiñanas on their own send out an instrumental cavalcade with a furious beat, like a kraut Morricone, InchMotorizzati MarieInch followed by InchPink FlamingosInch, introduced with psych rock pads played backwards forming a vaporous song bathed in acoustic arpeggios. A respite in the album... before the fuzz and the abyssal bass of InchTrois BancsInch violently shakes the ghost of Gainsbourg an electroshock in talk over. And to close the scene, a love message InchDe La Part Des CopainsInch; it's organ, it's tambourine, it's quaver, and it's brass place it in the classic soundtrack category revered by the band. An ideal conclusion for th