Rodolphe Burger L'inattendu

La Mort d’Abel (1810/1825) – halfway between opera and oratorio – presents, in a spectacular fashion, the murder of Abel by his brother Cain consumed by jealousy. Rodolphe Kreutzer deploys therein the grand art of the tragédie lyrique imagined by Gluck whilst adding his own personal touches, which identifies him as being more than the modest violinist dedicatee of Beethoven’s Kreutzer Sonata. As a top ensemble in Belgium and across Northern Europe, Les Agrémens and the Chœur de chambre de Namur have, for a long time, been exploring rare repertories with enthusiasm, creativity and to the highest standards. Assisted by singers from the rising generation (notably tenor Sébastien Droy and baritone Jean-Sébastien Bou), conductor Guy Van Waas ventures triumphantly into music which nobody before him had imagined there existing such quality.

In his very first album, pianist Rodolphe Menguy invites us to reflect on two groups of composers (Bartók / Kodály versus Franz Liszt) and how they dealt with traditional music but also what influence this had on the evolution of music-writing - thereby on the evolution of pianism. An ambitious programme that reveals a more than promising talent.

Alain Bashung, A perte de vue, (2009)
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C’est toujours la même chose quand un artiste meurt. On ne sait jamais ce qu’il faut aller chercher au fond de soi pour vivre un peu moins mal cette nouvelle à la con. Des sons, des images, des émotions, des souvenirs, des rencontres ? Tout cela mélangé, sans doute.
Avec Alain Bashung, on pourrait aussi ouvrir le dictionnaire du laudatif. Plus grand, plus fort, plus haut, plus admirable, plus magnifique, plus extraordinaire, plus mieux, plus encore puisque affinités.
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Des textes, ici et ailleurs, à la beauté hermétique, à l’humeur noire, au sourire en cicatrice. De l’ironie, toujours. L’humour d’un certain désespoir sans doute. Et de la poésie qui mêle la trivialité des jeux de mots souriants et l'évocation de mondes intimes." Eric Libiot (L'Express)