Morrissey, retour de flamme après des années de flemme by JD Beauvallet - Les Inrocks (French)
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Being as I am a little rusty in le francais, I put this through Google's highly reliable translation service and I must say I agree with the review.
Most especially these bits:
... even solo (the Smiths are very largely outside competition), there were sacred flames before sacred lazy - one thinks of his albums and I or Vauxhall Viva Hate.
And it's good, because it is in this Premiere League that plays this unexpected new album, with the colossal I'm Not a Man (the Meat Is Murder of the twenty-first century), Kick the Bride Down the Aisle or Staircase at the University some of its most blowers songs, or a group of padlocks sentenced to excellence by a rogue production and rock still panting.
Printing finally hear Morrissey off its hinges, its routines, its facilities (three songs to loops, unworthy) of his career too safe for entertainer of outcasts united world - perhaps some recent flirtations with illness or death did they shoot at this override.
And there especially his voice, Morrissey has never sing as well, with an ease and jubilation crooner glam, as these nerve songs, Milk Soup, on which it bounces, ricochets, debate is finally defies rather that deified.
Being as I am a little rusty in le francais, I put this through Google's highly reliable translation service and I must say I agree with the review.
Most especially these bits:
... even solo (the Smiths are very largely outside competition), there were sacred flames before sacred lazy - one thinks of his albums and I or Vauxhall Viva Hate.
And it's good, because it is in this Premiere League that plays this unexpected new album, with the colossal I'm Not a Man (the Meat Is Murder of the twenty-first century), Kick the Bride Down the Aisle or Staircase at the University some of its most blowers songs, or a group of padlocks sentenced to excellence by a rogue production and rock still panting.
Printing finally hear Morrissey off its hinges, its routines, its facilities (three songs to loops, unworthy) of his career too safe for entertainer of outcasts united world - perhaps some recent flirtations with illness or death did they shoot at this override.
And there especially his voice, Morrissey has never sing as well, with an ease and jubilation crooner glam, as these nerve songs, Milk Soup, on which it bounces, ricochets, debate is finally defies rather that deified.
I totally agree with this confusingly vague translation!
Yeah, "Milk Soup" is definitely my favorite song on the album. It's sooooooo crooner glam.
Yeah, "Milk Soup" is definitely my favorite song on the album. It's sooooooo crooner glam.
anyone wanna take a go at what song translated as milk soup. mount joy has two words but maybe im not a man since theres no meet involved. just kidding of course
This is reminding me of something I saw years ago where someone had translated the lyrics to This Charming Man into Japanese and then back into English again. It was hilarious. Does anyone remember what I'm talking about?
Milk Soup in french is Soupe au Lait. Was it a good au lait?
"Soupe au lait" is a French expression meaning grumpy or moody.