When fluidity and deft songcraft combine, an undeniable gift for composition and arrangements is added, and then a propensity for refined eccentricity, the outcome is Klô Pelgag. In our musical map space, she could become what André Forcier has for our national cinema. Klô Pelletier-Gagnon takes us back through her cosmogony, all the way to her grandmother and her “chest clock” — that is, the very origin of the “Sainte-Étoile thoracique,” in Rivière-Ouelle. After a few listens, the impression of a harmonious mess gives way to this certainty: this orchestral prog-pop is not only impeccable, it is absolutely masterful.
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