La Fille D'octobre

In the beginning we were three, lost in the mists of "Wuthering Heights", her hands clinging to each other, barely lit to sing, write and compose in the shade-and stubbornly follow the path of this album. Our meeting this almost miraculous clearing where the others were later made ​​an appointment to the sound of bells, guitars, pianos, flutes, percussion and strings of all kinds, we now measure the path come and contemplate a bit smug object of the offense as a physical response to our obstinacy, stubborn and intractable this faith we had in this project. Here is our first album, which in itself is a miracle! Wuthering Heights is such that we wanted: a long ride inland following our heroine songs in musical interludes, the sacrificial love in the depths of swamps in the spiritual resurrection final passage made ​​of all wars, all hopes Of all rebellions. An album of ghosts, "a film album" as we dreamed, melodic, orchestral and rock, adorned in his book by the beautiful pictures of Frank Glénisson. Read more on Last.fm. User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply.