Adamus is arguably the most authentic chronicler of Quebec’s rural urbanity, delivering his words in a gargle with a river’s inexorable flow, over music encompassing everything between Louisiana and the Gaspé Peninsula. In “Le scotch goûte le vent”, Adamus evokes “a dreamer turned golem” — a discreet allusion to his Polish origins? In Chelm, there lived a rabbi who fashioned and then killed a golem. Adamus, on the other hand, brings his songs to life here in North America.
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