Hello everyone,
Got a bit of time tonight, so here it is: a translation of Le Monde's article:
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Jean-Michel Jarre: the story of an imposture
Le Monde, 22 October 2015
by Stéphane Davet
It's difficult to deny Jean-Michel Jarre's legitimacy as a pioneer, his media skills, his entrepreneurial efficiency with its grandiose spectacles and millions of records sold, his political intelligence, too - since 2013 he has been the president of CISAC (Confédération Internationale des Sociétés d'Auteurs et Compositeurs). It doesn't go the same way regarding his artistic credibility, which has long been disputed, but which the creator of Oxygène (1976) is now seeking to restore.
Since charity begins with oneself, his new album, Electronica 1: The Time Machine, puts him no less than at the center of an epic of electronic musics, which he presents here in a series of duets with several generations of "electronica" artists, whose appearance shows knighting or signs of allegiance.
Could it be that this "time machine" rewrites history a bit? Far from being examples of inspiring innovations the synthetic tunes of the Man have often caused circumspect pouts in the 1890s and 1990s in front of their TV credits lyricism, their megalomania and their stereotypical futurism.
Throughout the interviews of his promotional marathon, Jarre mentions at will his collaboration with Pierre Schaeffer's Groupe de Recherches Musicales from 1968 to 1972. But it's his cunning as producer, lyricist and composer in French pop at the beginning of the 1970s (where he was sometimes brilliant with Christophe and Patrick Juvet) more than his experimental radicalism, that seems to have paved the way for his robotic repertoire.
A collection of soppy tunes
Before, during and after the phonographic beginnings of Jean-Michel Jarre, there have been many musicians more able to dream, move and dance than him: from Tangerine Dream's spatial onirism (Alpha Centauri, 1971) to Kraftwerk's ironic minimalism (operational from 1974), from Brian Eno's magic to the synth pop verve of Depeche Mode, The Human League or New Order, let alone the physical and carnal release of house and techno generations.
This gap is again perceptible with the collaborations on Electronica, supposed to increase the aura of the dashing sexagenarian. The best pieces of the album bear the mark of the guests more than of their host, whether it be M83's exaggerated romanticism (Glory), Air's elegance (Close Your Eyes) or even Moby's dark melancholy (Suns Have Gone).
The rest oscillates between insignificant pop (If..! with Little Boots) and complete failure (Travelator with The Who's guitarist Pete Townshend - the author of a synthetic intro of anthology in 1971 on Baba O'Riley). In addition, a collection of soppy tunes for yesterday's merry-go-rounds (Automatic pt. 1 with former Depeche Mode's Vince Clarke) and today's EDM (Stardust with Armin van Buuren), which are even able to make Massive Attack (Watching You) or Laurie Anderson (Rely on Me) seem old-fashioned, doesn't dispel the general impression: the story we are told here is less that of a musical genre than that of an imposture.
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By the way, I found another not-so-good review (but more "objective") in a French paper. Any masochist interested in a translation?
Enjoy the weekend nonetheless
HD