Third album in a year for Julia Stone if you count the two recorded with his brother Angus, admit that it starts to become suspect … It would not have made a tour through the crossroads at once that girl? Unlikely, as the devil must hate the grace and the light emitted by the young Australian.
No, the source of so much creativity must be the other … In the talent, surely, an insolent talent splashing each song in “The Memory Machine”, an album that could do a lot of noise, despite the wealth of sweetness that it contains, provided it is properly distributed by us.
However, one can wonder why Julia Stone has denied the presence of his younger brother Angus when listening to “This Love”, the title opens the album on a subdued pace both heady and sensual. We find immediately the tone light and melancholy of the girl who was instrumental in the quality of the atmosphere of “Down the way,” the latest album from the duo. So why?
The answer to this question begins to emerge from the second song, “My Baby,” a ballad that is a breath of Irish air close to the “Unchained Melody” the Righteous Brothers. Less pop than usual, Julia Stone sings in a more personal, almost intimate, supportive where it hurts. A trend confirmed by “Winter on the weekend,” a song to the dramatic beauty that immediately evokes nothing less than our late Mano Solo.
Even when she found a folk style closer to that which she had accustomed us on previous albums recorded in the company of Angus with titles like “The Memory Machine” or “What’s wrong with me,” we feel that Julia Stone speaks more of his dark side as the sun shone full of songs like “Santa Monica Dream” and “And the boys.”
This is even more obvious on a title like “Horse With The Wings,” a small masterpiece which occurs towards the end of the disk where Julia Stone blends the poetry of his words in a phrase recalling sad Ani Difranco to music and captivating terribly poignant. She may try to back with slight pressure “Where does the love go? ”The very end of album, the damage is done. It shows “The Memory Machine” with a small ball in the stomach, a soft bitterness in the heart and the desire to put the disc from the beginning because, often, it’s so good to hurt, especially when this evil is like the flowers of the same name. A must-have!