All of Pauline Andrès’ Ghosts

All of Them Ghosts” is a collection of 11 songs written by singer-songwriter Pauline Andres (a French citizen of Hungarian heritage) written at gas-station parking lots and on sleazy bar stools.

These are stories of violence, loss and faith dressed up in agreeable Americana outfits and with an alternative rock vibe.

If I was gonna be a Nashville cross-dressing cross-over act I would call myself “Little Patsy Disinclined.”

And that would be a tribute…   Because, of course, the real “Cline” was, proudly, “one of the boys” – she was known to drink hard liquor-men under the table and tell such dirty jokes that she would offend the ears of passing cowboys.   Patsy lived a jagged life – full of scary scrapes and dangerous episodes … … before it all came to a (suitably) dramatic end when her Piper Comanche plane crashed in a forest just outside of Camden, Tennessee on March 5 1963.

Pauline Andres - A voice... like an emulsion of pepper and glue...
Pauline Andres – A voice… like an emulsion of pepper and glue…

The breathplay on the title  track ‘All Them Ghosts’ will likely cause as much erotic satisfaction as anything by Patsy Cline.

Apparently, the reason Cline sang so sultry low (on the hit “Crazy”) was due to her broken ribs (caused by a life-threatening automobile accident) – some say she recorded the session on crutches.

Appropriately, the second track on the album is titled “Patsy Cline” (see below).

The voice is like an emulsion of pepper and glue. A little spicy – and yet adhesive too.

The voice sticks to the insides of the song – while the nightshade heat of the sentiment will play havoc with your endorphins.

Juddering ‘Chocolate Shoes’ is a monster-truck on a rubber-road – and ‘She’ has the same power, authority, darkness and even the manly step of anything by Johnny Cash.

The album concludes with the waltz ‘Sweet Fortune Tellin’ Ma’ and that restless twanginess that is reminiscent of a haunted Ennio Morricone.

Yet, with that bubbly accordion – this could almost be a Hungarian dance. This is a real treat for lovers of Country (but those who wanna experience something a little darker – and a little mysterious.)

This is a collection of murky, smoky-mountain monuments to pain and ordinary suffering. Successfully articulated by an unusual Honky Tonk angel.

@neilmach © 2014

Link:

https://www.facebook.com/paulineandresmusic/

 

 

 

 

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