FUGITIVE

by Xarah Dion

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frenchtweacher No brainer. What Xarah summons from these old analogue synths hovers way above any of the canned, digitised drivel we've become used to. Take the hypnotic quality of the bass lines, add ethereal vocals and catchy melodic lines, throw in a few rhythmic shenanigans, and enjoy one of the sexiest, most addictive sonic cocktails you'd hope to dream of. Heck, it even compelled me to the frigging dance floor (huh?!) last year! O_o Oh, did I mention French lyrics? ;-) Favorite track: Le Dédale.
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05:36
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released September 30, 2016

Production, composition, songwriting : Xarah Dion
Assistant engineers for voice :
Xavier Paradis (1, 4, 5, 8) & Molly Sweeney (2, 3, 6)
Additional lyrics : Frédérick Maheux (3)
Mastering : Harris Newman
Photography : Yannick Fornacciari
(p) (c) VISAGE Musique
Montréal 2016

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Xarah Dion Montreal, Québec

Montreal's Xarah Dion is a distinctive figure of the newest synthwave. Dion's well-received first LP Le Mal Nécessaire (2014) brought her to widely tour Europe. The new LP FUGITIVE expands Dion's unique sound with skillfull arrangements, signature melodies and feverish sequences. Dion ushers in a vangard yet classic sound infused with 80s industrial and disco. ... more

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Track Name: Cap Tourmente
Le feu dort en moi à l'aube d'une plage tiède et bleue
Les algues se balancent entre désespoir et plénitude
C'est au lendemain des verres que le fer rougi dépose
Sa marque vive d'élan, vive de mémoire et de choc

Dans le sable fin, nos corps
Dans l'eau calme, nos simulacres
La main offre son accueil, l'appel diffuse son onde

La vague fraîche apaise, la verticale elle oscille
Et l'horizon il s'entre-ouvre sur tant d'offrande et de douleur

Dans le sable fin, nos corps
Dans l'eau calme, nos simulacres
La main offre son accueil, l'appel diffuse son onde
Dans le sable et dans l'eau calme
La main offre et l'appel diffuse

Je repose comme hier
Le feu dans la pierre, le feu dans le cercle de pierre