CyLeW – A glimps of sanity(?)

It has been a long day and I’ve had enough. There is a rat in the garden that refuses to either die or piss off. It is past midnight and I am still keeping an eye open for him. As any cop would tell you – you can’t  keep up surveillance with out rest or relaxation – The TV is crap so back to my old faithful ‘iMac’ and webwards I go…..


There is so much crap out there – pure drivel! But…I found CyLeW.
This is what is said:
 
CyLeW is one of those hard to label, hard to classify artists, somewhere between romanticism and gothique darkness yet free from the usual cliches. Her universe is dark and somewhat intangible. Her lyrics often deal with serious and difficult subjects with a very touching decency and poetry. Human emotions being at the heart of the subjects. The expression and description of our wounds and deepest fears as well as our acts of bravery or surrender is what inspires her most. Somewhere between acoustic and electric, between gentleness and violence, between imprisonment and liberty, between good and evil, CyLeW plays with antonyms. 

It took me a while to remember what the word antonym means….but opposites is good enough. I have watched a few of the videos and have really enjoyed them. The tracks sound even better live. (I also laughed when I read the file name of the image below – it is very late here!)

CyLeW is from Paris so here is some more of the biog:
Aprés plusieurs démos, l’enregistrement du premier album ‘Not so sleeping, not so beauty’ commence en décembre 2007. Sur l’album on retrouve Arnaud Bascunana (Deportivo, Luke, Rhesus, No one is Innocent….)prises, mixes et réalisation ainsi que les arrangements, Tass (ex-Karma Sutra, Black Strobe, Darwin Bay) aux guitares puis Nicolas Tinel à la batterie. Le tout masterisé par Raphael Jonin ( Indochine, Rita Mitsoukos…).
En live, CyLeW est entourée de Tass, Arnaud Bascunana et Kriss Kilong (nouveau batteur).

Enough of this sanity I have a rat to catch!
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'Death by Sushi' Fish can kill me. When I was very small (maybe 3 or 4 years old) my grandfather, who lost the sight of one eye from a bullet fired by a German sniper (fortunately not a very good one) during the Battle of the Somme in World War 1, wiped my face with the corner of his apron, an apron he had used to wipe his filleting knife on. He was a grocery shopkeeper who specialized in wet fish.