Published at 10:30 am.
After listening to the first excerpts released in recent weeks, we agreed – and wrote on these pages – that Gros Soleil offered rock full of “nostalgia for the good years of Mötley Crüe, Poison and Kiss.”
So comes 2038, an album that could have been titled 1988, because the entire work – 10 compositions – beautifully plagiarizes CC DeVille’s guitar picks and Tommy Lee’s drumsticks. Ah, that musical decade when hairspray and spandex were as important to bands as a good riff or a good catchy chorus!
Speaking of a catchy chorus: there’s hardly one better than the one you hear at Banff. “I smoke weed, I eat porridge, Ban-Ban-Banff/I freak out, I empty my pockets, Kelowna,” shouts Dominic Lamoureux, singer and guitarist for the quartet, which also includes the veteran Christian Boileau. Sébastien Boucher and his brother Frédéric.
To support these talented musicians, the production was entrusted to Steeven Chouinard (Le Couleur, Choses Sauvages, Valence, Jimmy Hunt). The result is the logical sequel to Occulture populaire, their first album released in the middle of a pandemic. The boys once again offer rock pieces with supposed kitsch. The love for arena rock is obvious!
If we pay attention to the lyrics, we finally understand why Gros Soleil titled this album with a futuristic date: the group is actually looking towards the future of people, or rather, their non-future. The environmental crisis, people’s irresponsibility, individualism and the excesses of society are thus exposed, denounced and denounced. No, it’s not rosy. Everything is burning. No future. And during this time, “we drink lattes that are not fair trade/made with milk from cows exploited in stables/almond milk that drains the drinking water,” we listen to Montagne bleue.
A dedicated group playing spandex rock? Yes, we can say that about Gros Soleil.
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