I can’t swim. I nearly drowned when I was ten because my uncle chased my little arse around a Spanish resort and threw it in the pool. Surprisingly my seven-year-old brother could, and he saved my life. I haven’t forgiven my uncle since. He’s a bastard.
In my late 20s, I don’t have to worry about the sea or lakes. The closest thing I get to the water is having a shower or a bath. So when Independent Music News passed on Swim Team, the latest album by Christelle Belle, I got a little scared. Imagine it now; Daniel gets ready for his first competitive swimming match by inflating his life jacket. It’ll be in all the papers and on the news. I’d be a laughing stock. Wouldn’t be much different from my life now to be brutally honest.
Moving swiftly on, we’re here to talk about Christelle Bofale; a singer-songwriter from San Antonio, TX. What can I say about the young musician? Well first, she’s a genius. Why? I can hear you bellow at your computer screens and mobile phones. It’s simple, she just is. When you can mould together personal tales and tribulations with powerful and hypnotic sounds, you’re out of this world. I thought I was going to dance around the front room with my little Bichon Frise Cauliflower when I first heard the opening track Moving On, Getting On. It lured my mind into a false sense of security. I get all emotional and had to revel in its madness. It’s not particularly wild. It just hits you in the heart. Makes you feel. I like to feel something once and awhile. Moving On, Getting On should be featured on a playlist entitled: Get sad today, young child (but in a good way). What stupid name. Get better, Daniel.
Next, Love Lived Here Once. I bloody love this song. It takes a while to get going, but when it does, it sways you side to side similar to that of a rollercoaster. Any by hell is it a ride. Bofale’s voice, her charm, her grace, this is an artist that plays around with music in a way that you wouldn’t expect. Love Lived Here Once is a rose. You’ll want to pick it, take it home and look after it. Don’t let it die though; it needs to be cherished.
Origami Dreams, well, it’s a completely different record to the last one. I had a little boogie to this. And by boogie, I mean I pranced around in my pyjamas scaring the living daylights out of the cats. I have three; Boris, Ron and Hagrid. Little cuties.
After I’d finished my “art piece”, U Ouchea started playing, and I was brought by down to earth once again. I got the tissues out and listened closely to the lyrics. Christelle comes across as a very down to earth, insightful and knowledgeable woman. I could listen to her words for hours and hours. Not only is she presenting her life for all to see, but she’s also doing it in a way that’s inspiring, emotional and creative all at the same time.
Finishing up with Where To Go. I was really taken aback by this song. It has everything I want. Emotional vocals. True spirit. Experimental vibes. Swim Team is a masterpiece. Where to Go is a 3,106.75 carat (and very expensive) diamond. That’s probably a massive understatement, but I when a record can take you from one world to another, but still touch your heart, it deserves to be heralded as a great.
Christelle Bofale, you should be very proud. Swim Team is a great achievement. I really can’t wait to hear your next release. And please, please, please tour to the UK. Thanks in advance.