Here is an album by B. Burgalat in the image of his overstuffed CV (composer, producer, remixer, arranger, songwriter, founder of the Tricatel label and singer, among other things). Nineteen carefully crafted pieces, one third of which are instrumental, can be mapped referentially at the intersection Michel Polnareff and Philippe Katerine, Ennio Morricone and Daft Punk. The heterogeneity of his canvases (electonica, bossa nova, disco, ambient, lounge pop, etc.) stimulates the musician’s forebrain to the maximum. The gifted dandy Burgalat is utterly convincing with both his sentimental notions (“Tombeau pour David Bowie”) and his buoyant pop (“Cœur defense”).
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