Le groupe écossais Humour vient de sortir un nouveau single au nom aussi terreux que l’ambiance qui l’habite : In the Paddies. C’est tordu, nerveux, tressautant comme un souvenir confus à l’arrière d’un taxi à 3h du matin, et franchement, ça fait du bien.
Humour fait danser les marécages avec « In the Paddies »
Porté par une batterie claquante et une guitare acérée, le morceau avance en hoquetant, comme s’il se retenait de tomber à chaque mesure. C’est ce rythme saccadé, tendu, urgent, qui nous agrippe dès les premières secondes. On est quelque part entre le post punk, la poésie parlée et la tempête sous le crâne. Les voix râpent, se tordent et se répondent dans un vacarme maîtrisé.
Humour, c’est ce genre de groupe qui semble sortir d’un pub mal éclairé de Glasgow avec plus d’idées que de matos, mais qui transforme tout ce qu’il touche en petits chaos brillants. Après leur excellent Pure Misery EP en 2022, les revoilà avec un morceau qui confirme que l’Écosse n’a pas fini de sortir des groupes bizarres et magnifiques.
LYRICS
When they ask are you really him?
Down there where the water logs
There’s no chance to give evidence
Nor the depth for it in a song
Even songs of experience
[couldn’t even cut it no]
Making way for another rhyme
[not even a proper one]
Pushing out what you really meant
[borrowing a better thing]
Giving up on the better line
Giving up on the better line
[I can see them there in the]
[I can see them there in the]
I can see them there, in the paddies
Where the flooding kills the grain,
And the hobs are out, and they’re many
Will nobody swear them in?
Let them rest for now
I go there with an offering
To where they gather in the hope of it
The scapegoats and the runaways
The despots and apologists
Slack jaw Maximilien
[blood carpeting the stage, yeah they]
The decorated and the gun fodder
[they’d come back from the dead for it]
John Frith and the Lutherans,
[see the travertine swallowing it]
The big names and the nobodies.
See the travertine swallowing it.
[I can see em there in the]
[I can see em there in the]
I can see them there, in the paddies
Where the flooding kills the grain,
And the hobs are out, and they’re many
Will nobody swear them in?
Let them rest for now
in the paddies
Where the flooding kills the grain,
And the hobs are out, and they’re many
Will nobody swear them in?
I can see them there, in the paddies
Where the flooding kills the grain,
And the hobs are out, and they’re many
Will nobody swear them in?
Let them rest for now
But in the end he let her face slide from his mind
He came back to her sightless
Strengthless expressionless
Asking only to be washed and burned
And his bones wrapped in soft cloths
And returned to the ground
