The Musical
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 stoneEnd 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 newPedestal
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 momentBest 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 lastNight 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 forgetConclusions
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 coldThe 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 phonesProscenium
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 handsSomewhere 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