samedi 17 novembre 2012

A star with a marvelous voice is born: Carly Bryant (updated 03.01.2016)


This article updates and translates the first one, issued August 21 2011 in the French edition of the Huffington Post (today disappeared but the archives of which may be consulted):
http://archives-lepost.huffingtonpost.fr/article/2011/08/21/2572706_a-star-is-born-carly-briant.html.
Following it, Carly told her friend Nadeah: "He is my best fan!"


- Carly by herself at Brunel music university: http://www.brunel.ac.uk/student-profiles/carly-bryant

- CARLY'S photo album

- Notice that, from her quoting several articles of this blog, Carly supports intactivism: the international movement favouring the sexual integrity of the child.

 



                                                     "Each second you feel strong, 
                                                   Well, it's one you deserve, baby."


It is not only a golden voice that England enjoys with Carly Bryant; it is above all a creativity that can only be compared with that of the Beatles. A singer songwriter, she sings sentimental ballads but she is not one more of those all alike plaintive soul singers; she is the one at least whose amazing vocal, musical and textual personality detonates. Formed in the streets and pubs of Brighton since fourteen years old, Carly puts a dazzling poetic and melodic richness in the service of a touchy sensitivity. She rocks us with beautiful stirring-rhythm melodies in a style that mingles elegance, sweetness and dynamism..




Carly is bewitching but her smiling charm remains modest. Simple, cheerful, friendly, fresh with her great youth, Carly distinguishes herself by the extraordinary timber of vocal chords that all qualify "magic". She uses them with gentleness, tenderness or power, blended with irony and fighting spirit. Words can only give a pale image of that incredible voice which no one in our knowledge comes near to. Fascinating, it goes from the energetic virile ("One hell of a voice!") to the most tender feminine. Varying from exquisite compassion and delicacy to husky, passionate and rough accents, it has been compared with the chameleon. Poignant with emotional intensity, it locates her between Barbara and Krall but with a bite and irony that belong to her alone. Her exquisite sensitivity, enthusiasms and tenderness immediately take your heart with an evidence that won't let you go. Carly promises "a pocketful of rye" (title of her third CD) but gives a harvest of love. She sings straight to the heart.




The spellbinding and intimate atmosphere of her second CD: "sing a song of sixpence", each time gives us an emotional shock; we can but listen to it with reverence. It looks like a journey to hell that ends up in "paradise". Carly affirms herself as a poetess of deep sentiment and thinking about love and friendship, with the worry of social criticism of a sharp conscience, expert at revealing hidden truths: "… you found you were a part of a race for women…", "… the lies that break up the bonds between people", "each truth we need to speak makes the future less and less bleak", etc. She presents her encounters, sharing gripping thoughts and rare emotions.

With Any DiFranco


One year later, Carly has overcome her difficulties in a more mature, delightfully sentimental work. Her third CD confirms her taste for sobering thoughts but also for the intimate and the ephemeral: the sudden departure of an orchestra of swallows singing her a symphony, the sensuality of a smell, her as-fragile-as-glass heart that saddens at not being able to trust a whimsical sun. Carly counts us idylls in jeans and T-shirts. From the sadness of the idle "boys that (she) likes" to the ironic and carnal cheerfulness of her "mmm", passing by the Lamartinelike romanticism of "What you say", the moving tenderness of "fragility lies", the melancholy of "on & on & on" and the determination of "time is changing", she sings her loves, tastes, hopes, dreams and angers. She exposes the cruelty of a universe "without a clue", where a wedding with a seducer looks like a funeral, where "reason bears no resemblance to the truth" and where "it's what you don't say… that hurts". But "what you say" (the first song), Carly, is divine. You hate the lies of the perverse relationship between voyeuristic males and exhibitionist females. You are ironic about the sophisticated jargon of a gilded youth whose subtle but harsh lies break fragile hearts. You despise the snobbism and fashions of that world of appearances that loses itself in image while forgetting the essential:


"i'm not interested in the style and the fake tan
i'm not interested in an overnight singing sensation,
i'm not interested in a pimp-my-profile generation,
i'm not interested in the money of the rich man dream." (i don't think that you noticed me)

And you rebel against the suicidal violence of war games, cell phones and prostitution "on line" ("time is changing"). You revolt against repetition about which you wonder: "what am I doing wrong? how do we move on?" (on & on & on). You put your finger on the issue, asserting: "it's some kind of taboo", elephant like, that gnaws at us. So, if you radiate joy of life and if one of your favorite words is "orgasm", several of your songs have dramatic accents.

All have beautiful melodies to the point that making a "best of" them would be difficult; each one is a small masterpiece of melodic beauty, sharp intelligence and touching poetry.

Accompagnying Nadeah


A daughter of the Beatles, Baez, Dylan, Cohen, friend de DiFranco and Nadeah, Carly wants it to move on; she rejects as much the alibis of ignorance as the enticing exhibitionism and the dreams of the wealthy. Thanks for existing, Carly; a few moments with you are an enchantment. You are a rising star of soul, a great future is awaiting you. You sing: "I'm not the travelling type" ("Take me home") but you're going to spend your life in tours! You sing: "Take me home", the whole earth will be your home.

"Carly Bryant is so much more than just another girl with a guitar. Her voice has depth and originality, her compositions are peppered with spectacular and thought-provoking lines. She plays her guitar with such fluidity, panache and rhythmic effect that it becomes an extension of herself. This is a beautiful must-see, must-hear act." 




albums:
- twelve (2005) (unavailable)
"Carly Bryant can sing, can play, and is worth listening to. If you are very lucky you may find singer-guitarist Carly Bryant as I did playing the streets of Brighton. If you do, pick up a copy of her album Twelve. You will not regret it, it is brilliant!" Keith Parkins, journalist, 2007
mmm... : https://www.carlybryant.com/music
- SINGLE: missing you (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lqfUTf6soxs) / take me home (unforgetable version) (2011): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SWxUK7Bqr0Y
- four and twenty blackbirds (2012)
Listen to the very beautiful "Take me home": https://soundcloud.com/carly-bryant
and try to find "Shadows"
- Underground man: https://vimeo.com/116056209
- a masterpiece: Porque te vas in French: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=500PaDf8-FU
- Carly's google page, notably for "Poisonous love": https://plus.google.com/107433232394650557864


Listen to 6 songs, of which 5 videos:
"Dancing from satellite to satellite": https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jl0Z9FOGYbw
(the formidable first demo version has unfortunately disappeared, a great loss for Carly's admirers! Carly, please, put it back) 
"H.E.L.P.": the splendid first version that I could find again:
3 videos where Carly, merry as never, looks seventeen (Le cactus, Paris, August 2011)
(vidéo du 22 octobre)


Videos (La Maroquinerie - Paris, 12 december 2011) :
"Je voulais te dire" (Sophie Cappere cover)


photos by Sharon Kilgannon (?)
rare photos by Peter Williams

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