Brigitte Fontaine & Areski Belkacem
Vous et Nous
KTB67 / Includes Download Code
Gatefold sleeve with hotfoil printing, 180 gr vinyl
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1Vous et nous 1:00
2Patriarcat 6:47
3Mon enfance 1:42
4Vent d'automne 1:46
5Le serveur du dôme 0:49
6Je suis venu te voir 3:10
7Rien que changer 1:19
8Le ciel est doux 1:45
9Les épis 2:04
10Le repas des dromadaires 3:08
11Vous et nous 2:26
12L'amour parfait 2:45
13Un soleil 2:35
14Dans ma rue 4:37
15L'orage est fini 1:40
16Gamme 0:11
17Le brin d'herbe 1:10
18La harpe jaune 2:51
19Je t'aimerai 3:12
20Diabolo 2:18
21Cher 2:26
22Ce n'est pas un ennemi 2:15
23Encaustique 0:55
24Petit sapin 2:20
25Mon lit 1:03
26Je t'aimerai 2:52
27La déchirure 1:30
28Le petit cheval bleu 0:35
29Personne 1:58
30Les roses sont farouches 1:26
31Le bouc 2:10
32Dessin 0:39
33Les muzdus 3:02

Art is a matter of different phases and influence. The artists' core reaches out like heat waves. And very rarely do these artists' core merge like Brigitte Fontaine and Arseki Belkacem have. Their Saravah Era lasted ten years (1969 to 1979), ten years of "folle sagesse" (crazy wisdom), above all genres and song limitation.

"Le plaisir secret que donne une chanson, dessin à la craie sur le mur de tes sons" (the personal delight within song, a chalk drawing on your wall of sounds) whispers Areski, right after Brigitte's voice on the penultimate song of the double album "Vous et nous". Released in 1977, this free flowing record contains 33 songs, it's their 6th album after "Comme à la radio", "Brigitte 4", "Je ne connais pas cet homme", "L'incendie" and "Le bonheur", and it continues to spread the wide and generous spectrum of the couple fully blossoming talent. Electronic experiments, North African trance, refined acoustics and medieval drones gracefully blend with the acid and candid tongues of the singers, surprising us each step along the way. The making of this record was also full of twists and turns. It started out as a solo effort by Areski at Jean-Pierre Chambard's studio. Little by little, as Areski was filling tapes with poems and improvised skits, Brigitte would sneak into the studio at nightfall, adding her voice here and there, her whispers then became screams, giving fuel to the fire in a total blaze, a surreal blaze. The solitary work ("je") thrived to become us ("nous") and you ("vous") ...

Benjamin Barouh, June 2018