Elle León ens dibuixa emocions plàcides i alhora punyents amb la seva veu i ens embolcalla amb unes melodies que ens fan sentir com si de cop només aquest moment importés.
De múltiples qualitats artístiques, la cantautora Irlandesa va decidir emprendre el vol i allunyar-se de la seva Irlanda per guanyar perspectiva i poder explicar les anècdotes viscudes des de la casa que ha trobat a Barcelona.
Després d’aparèixer amb el seu EP debut “Heart to Hearts” (2020, Punto G Label), que la va portar a tocar per Barcelona i Irlanda, aquest 2022 torna plena d’inspiració per a presentar el seu primer LP “The Musical” (2022, El Jardí Amagat/Bankrobber).
En aquest disc, l’artista pren inspiració i referències no només musicals, sinó del teatre i la poesia per mostrar les seves cartes mostrant una Elle León més brillant, felina i confiada, que ens fa ballar amb tornades addictives i arranjaments instrumentals fets amb bon gust. Destaca també, per la honestedat amb si mateixa que confessa en cançons compostes i gravades ella sola amb el piano.
És dins aquest musical on apareixen i es barregen múltiples personatges que Elle ha anat creant i l’han fet arribar a conclusions i inquietuds abans amagades. Algunes més valentes, tendres o exagerades; les que no demanen permís i les que si.
Si alguna vegada t’has emocionat escoltant a Alice Phoebe Lou, CMAT, Stella Donelly o Faye Webster aquest àlbum és per a tu.
Per a aquest projecte, Elle León ha comptat amb la producció de Víctor Valiente (Standstill, Mi Capitán), creant un àlbum que experimenta amb diversos sons del pop-rock amb tocs teatrals; un espai idíl·lic on la veu es fon plàcidament amb l’instrumentació.
En directe, Elle León connecta per la seva sinceritat, ens convida a moments íntims i després ens fa ballar i riure. Acompanyada per Guillem Torà a la guitarra elèctrica, Narr Eph al baix, Dani Arias a la bateria i Albert Lax als teclats, veus i guitarra acústica. El grup ofereix un show divertit, atrevit i madur. El pop en la seva versió més elegant, més charming.

Crèdits

All songs written by Elle León
Recorded at La Masia Music Lab
Produced by Víctor Valiente and Elle León
Engineered by Josep Vilagut
Mixed by Jose González
Mastered at Vacuum Mastering by Javier Roldón
*Somewhere Down The Line recorded at La Atlántida Estudio by Jose González

Elle León: Vocals, electric guitar, piano
Xavi Molero: Drums, percussion
Narr Eph: Bass
Guillem Torà: Electric guitar, lap steel on Best Moves
Sergi Zaragoza: Keys
Víctor Valiente: Synths, keys
Albert Lax: Acoustic guitar, backing vocals
Mirlo: Electric guitar on Conclusions

Cover credits:
Photography by Mariana Stankevich
Design by Patricia Atzur

BR170/EJA002 / 2022

• Chills

  I’ve got the kind of chills I would like to send
  to the hairs on the back of your neck
  When I’m home, when I’m home
  What you want won’t always be so set in stone

• End Of An Era

  End of an era
  How nice of you to let me in
  After the heat was dialed down
  And the walls were wearing thin
  I say my piece and head outside as a woman of her word
  The kind of wisdom that goes unnoticed but heaven knows you’re understood
  Heaven knows you’re understood
  End of an era
  It was long just watching from the sides
  Seems I had trouble with holding back
  And not trying hard enough to try
  But sure, life is insecure
  When you’re sleeping on the floor
  With all you’ve waited for,
  You’ll always ask for more
  More
  How could I let this wait in its origin of damage?
  It was easier to take it out on you
  Yeah but who’s got the guts today to find
  Relief from all that’s happened
  ‘Cause it’s easier than going a different route
  Route
  Into something new

• Pedestal

  Looking down from that pedestal I saw in a dream
  I tilt my head to find its balance
  I ask myself if it’s a long-term thing
  And ‘what is life without a challenge?’
  and why I’m not much of a dancer no more,
  but I’ll jump at the chance like before
  To be free enough to fail and be up and running again
  Again
  Again
  Again
  OH!
  Could have sworn I wasn’t gonna pull this shit no more;
  Would it even make a difference?
  ‘Cause two-by-two is how we manage to slip away
  From all outside of common interest
  Now I’m back at it
  Gonna take a second trip
  To see what hides beneath the rug
  With all the strings I’ve pulled for this
  For this
  For this
  For this
  I don’t wanna go back to the things that were said in the heat of the moment
  Oh I...
  Should have watched my mouth
  I don’t wanna go back to the things that were said in the heat of the moment

• Best Moves

  Waiting it out, I’m much at loss of my play on words
  However nice it was to sing your praise
  Been floating around above middle ground between a vital stage
  And bridges that mark the border of now and that first Sunday morning feeling
  What a Sunday morning feeling
  What a Sunday morning feeling
  Doing my best as a silent worker on the case
  I save the best move for last
  Oh but take it all in,
  What you want won’t always be so set in stone
  How ‘bout a dose of impulse for the summer’s longest evening?
  It’s the summer’s longest evening
  It’s the summer’s longest evening
  Fighting off all expectations before they’re set in stone
  I plan on saving the best move for last

• Night Talk

  There’s something on the rise
  You’ve heard this all before
  There’s something on the rise to forgive and forget
  Night Talker takes the stage and tells me not to
  Tone it down,
  Not to understate the way
  I know just how to put you off
  Maybe I take more than I should
  Night talkin’s blown some steam
  You’re up against your lover’s walls
  Wasn’t it a sweeter deal looking forward
  With the lights turned off?
  But I misplaced the pleasure to become the party
  You’ve got to entertain yourself
  When something’s on the rise
  ‘Cause how am I to live with that?
  There’s something on the rise to forgive and forget
  Maybe I take more than I should
  Couldn’t always get my way but I knew just how to feel put out
  By blind mistake
  The pressure to become the party will have to entertain itself
  There’s something on the rise
  And how am I to live with that?
  There’s something on the rise to forgive and forget

• Conclusions

  A closer contradiction of taking my time
  Will fit a loose description of static and wild
  Thinking about my mother when she was my age
  On the surface, I trust like a child
  And everybody’s easily lead
  We’ll have that conversation another last time
  I’ll come to your conclusions and you’ll never ask mine
  You’ll never ask mine
  You’ll never ask mine
  Should I lose another
  Should I lose another
  Should I lose another day
  Washing sunlight off my face?
  Running out of purpose I rush by design
  To where your body’s easily lead
  We’ll have that conversation another last time
  Why come to your conclusions if you never ask mine?
  You never ask mine
  You never ask mine
  For as long as you curse,
  It could always be worse in this coming-of-age
  Force of habit but I knew my truth
  Was all I could have laid
  ‘Cause I’ve always lived like this,
  Without thinking ahead
  ‘Til harvest is over there’s little to show
  For the money that I make and throw away
  How long can you live like this
  Without thinking ahead?
  ‘Til harvest is over there’s little to talk about
  But money that you make and throw away
  
  You never ask mine, never ask...

• Nobody H8s U (Ur Just Paranoid)

  All this perseverance has emphasised
  And all this love has lured an acknowledgement in
  I thought I’d only have to go and raise my voice as a last resort
  but don’t hold any promises down,
  Depending on the day that was had
  Confiscated takes on truth
  Have seen this ultimatum through
  But there’s a certain part of you that screams you’re on to me
  Oh
  Open up your fantasies
  Why’d I always have to go and raise my voice ‘stead of steering clear
  Of good reasons to be heard? Oh
  And it’s underrated to cut loose
  Might save ourselves from the seclusion nananana
  Think nothing of it ‘cause nobody hates you,
  You’re just paranoid
  Oh, oh, oh...
  The will to compromise
  The need to satisfy
  But that’s not to justify
  This kickin’ off!

• For Some Greater Good

  Took a step back from the pushing
  And making the initial approach
  I’ll try just to stay in the moment,
  Put into practice just what everyone knows
  But few would have told me
  That love’s not a competition
  I made the most peculiar scenes
  Caught myself out I was fishing
  For any compliment I wouldn’t believe
  Well isn’t that something
  It’s nothing worth fighting
  It’s nothing worth fighting
  When I hurt myself, I’m hurting you
  It’s nothing worth fighting
  It’s nothing worth fighting
  When I hurt myself in hurting you
  Went to the place I imagine
  When things don’t go according to plan
  But I always stay where my heart is,
  Although sometimes it needs my Mam and my Dad
  And all of those faces
  I drink to us young, down the valley,
  Glad to see the end of the year
  ‘Cause I won’t be home over Christmas
  Oh but I’ll make the most of what I got here
  And think of you fondly
  ‘Cause I’m not afraid if our love ever changes
  I know it’s all for some greater good
  It’s all in the music that we play to get us through the cold
  It’s all in the music that we play to get us through the cold

• The Bigger Picture

  The upper hand reaching down again
  Lashing out as intuition
  Understand there are two ways to have it all
  If you see the bigger picture
  I had to keep my wits about me
  Taking that walk home
  I like to keep my chin up
  While you’re staring at your phone
  Although I’ll provide the space for you to settle down,
  I’m not half the girl to sit still
  ‘Cause life is magic!
  Life’s not safe!
  You need to play around
  You need to see the bigger picture!
  You’d want to keep your wits about you
  Be tasteful with your tone
  I like to see your chin up
  But you’re staring at your phone!
  There’s no way it’s gonna be
  Too close for comfort in a plan b
  The world is speaking in waves this month
  Paraded trained realities
  Wander wild in all what might have been
  The world is speaking in waves this...
  I had to keep my wits about me
  And take the long way home
  And try to string my thoughts together
  While they’re staring at their phones

• Proscenium

  Letting go

• Walking It Off

  Head to the wall
  Not at all what was asked for
  Turn that old look to how good we’ve got it here
  Walking it off, I knew it was uncalled for,
  Took to the ground by the sound of
  ‘It’s up to you’
  There’s nothing out of our hands
  There’s nothing out of our hands
  Souls don’t decide
  Why should I be obliged to?
  Keep that in mind while I lay there
  Beside you tonight
  I could only comfort you in ways
  That time is lost in time it took to say
  ‘There’s nothing out of our hands’
  There’s nothing out of our hands

• Somewhere Down The Line

  Here goes
  Closing chapters
  Not like I’ve given up or hardly tried
  I’m writing all about it,
  Marked the pages
  For when I’m out of focus or out of line
  Or get this feeling again
  In come
  Those pre-staged reminders
  Of someone like yourself who will understand
  On top of all the countless things I can’t change
  I felt a force directed at those I can
  And gave perspective a try
  Everyone around me is a work of art
  Although we all could surely do with a brand new start
  Somewhere down the line
  Everything’s gonna be fine
  When we get our hope’s up
  Letting all this out’s laid me bare enough to play the part
  Of anyone who’s worked their way into someone’s heart
  Who’ll know that somewhere down the line,
  Somewhere down the line,
  People get our hopes up