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Lady in bed (courtesy of

Can you come sing in my bedroom?”. Oh sure she had had a *few* drinks, yet her offer was a nice icebreaker.

I had just left the small stage to join the audience for a refreshing glass of anything with ice cubes, and that lady was obviously keen on hiring yours truly for an impromptu bedroom concert.

After some unsurprising banter about the alleged similarity between my voice and Lou Reed’s ‘insecure baritone’, she showed me the screen of her gadget called smartphone that just captured with a poor quality my performance given two minutes beforehand. Needless to say I was rather horrified by how an over-expensive machine can destroy the very essence of a live performance, but she didn’t seem to care whatsoever. She quickly disappeared in the crowd and I didn’t think of it anymore. I had to deal with someone else who wanted to chit-chat about how strangely my vocal cords were similar (following her) to someone named Tom Waits. That sense of déjà-vu wasn’t due to my newly opened bottle of absinthe…

The previous demoiselle came back, after having obviously ordered some complementary glasses, and before she could reiterate her request in front of my lovely girl who joined me since then, I assured her that I was thinking of releasing a live album and would be delighted to sign a CD for her when it’s released, to replace her lousy smartphone recording. Her reply surprised me:

– “I don’t like live albums. I feel I’m not part of it. I’m just a fly on the wall, ‘cause the band doesn’t sing for me. They sing for the audience who was there at that moment. A live album is just cold news for me.

Now that was quite thought-breaking! Me the fan of live albums and bootlegs, I never considered that fact. She continued:

– “I don’t give a shit about your live album, Gilles, unless you only sing for me. I’m waiting for the live album that makes me feel it’s sung for me only.

She moaned as a Latino alpha male was approaching with eyes that could kill a T-Rex in a glimpse, and it didn’t take more than a second to understand he was the Mr Right of the drunken lady. She followed him with a sudden aura of submission and I secretly prayed that she wouldn’t mention him her idea of having me singing in her bedroom.

Yet, her wish of having a live record that’s been sung just for her made me brainstorm although the combination of absinthe, my baby and the late hour wouldn’t push me to.

It’s only the morning after, enjoying the strongest Vietnamese coffee in front of my old organ trying to distort a blues scale the most Snowcat-way, that the solution popped-up and blew my mind.
Instead of recording some live performances in front of an audience and sharing the result afterwards, why not recording the live shit in a totally empty space with each and every fan in mind, and offer them the album as a very personal gift?
Not only this would be a more unique way to share a precious live performance, but also, let’s be honest, it would avoid the dreadful sound, the faux-départs, the glitches and the vocal whims that are so human on a stage but so annoying on a record?

So in July, when you were all sunbathing in some overcrowded Spanish beach deafened by fashionable DJ’s worst tastes of music, I gathered a few bad cats and we invested a lovely place in an artistic place of Brussels, the Composers’ Studio, and one two three we recorded everything on the spot. Oh sure there’s the lot of unexpected stuff and even glitches and unrequited laughter, but isn’t it what makes a live album worth its price?
And if you really don’t like live albums, even in your cosy bedroom, well we’re included a brand new studio song that we recorded in some extra time.
I don’t know what happened to the drunken chick and her protective salsa dancing boyfriend, but I’d be forever grateful to her for solving my live problem obsession and my need to release a successor to the ubiquitous “Moko Moko Collection” in just a few hours. She might never know about it, but it’s now you who’ll benefit of something unique, intimate and kinky. Are you tantalized or a little scared? Be careful of what a drunken lady wishes, it might all come true. And it’ll give your ego more pleasure time.

Gilles Snowcat, September 2, 2015

Release in Autumn 2015 by it’s Oh! MUSIC. Keep connected for the best kept secrets about the album.

This little piece of art lower has a glimpse of an answer:

Let’s play the regret game. Let’s be old farts. Let’s miss the old days, when showbiz was magic, when cars were cars, when stars were stars.

Daf Daffodil

Yep, while the stars of the 70’s and 80’s were actually stars –understand: when they had the talent of raising a new question to answer yours-, the social network-born bands of the 2000’s are desperately behaving like your next door neighbour, yeah the one who asked you for some salt and talks about his new Facebook picture every now and then.

The tickling Would you let your daughter marry a Rolling Stone? belongs to an era where stars were stars (I already said it? Yeah, but I’m an old fart, so I’m allowed to quote myself) and starfuckers weren’t bridled by the blandness of rubber yet.


The sad fact that a high percentage of nowadays bands run their image like would a second-zone cover band do (call to language teachers: second-zone cover band is a typical example of pleonasm), is a sign of the times or –more wisely noticed- the result of a desperate lack of hunger in a spoilt society. Fame is just a click of ‘like’ away now. Would you let your daughter ‘like’ a Narcotic Daffodil on Facebook?

The band on their way to the market

Because, like it or not, the Narcotic Daffodils are no exception to the transparency rule. They belong to the no-mystery period of those modern times and swim into it with the joy of an obese kid suddenly pushed in a pool of warm chocolate: they explain everything clearly, are nice to the fans, leave nothing to mist and politely thank everyone for the wonderful accordion part, the oh wow extraordinary concert on that big stage or the friend that drew that superb artwork thank you we love you all. Sign of the times, nothing else. Nowadays music business has the boring rules of the condom-driven society: shhh, play safe or die trying.

As clear as mineral water: nothing to hide. Absolutely nothing.

As clear as mineral water: nothing to hide. Absolutely nothing.

However, although too clear and obvious to really deserve the misty ‘narcotic’ label, the Daffodils have an indisputable argument in their luggage: their strong, tasty and inspired songs. It was pregnant on their 2011 self-titled opus, and even more on the brand new thing called “Cellex”.


Music itself may not be what makes a musician a star, but to that point who cares? The Narcotic Daffodils at least know how to use their instrument and how to write, arrange and play a bunch of very decent tracks. “Cellex” has the elegance of not sounding overly nostalgic and avoids the trap of the 70’s-sound-a-like parody where the overrated Machiavel ridiculously failed year after year.

It's a long way to the top...

It’s a long way to the top…

Instead, the Daffodils deliver a rock-solid, timeless effort that still has the freshness and spark and most of all inspiration of what a more regular band would have released as a third, even fourth album. Unsurprisingly, the band seems tighter after 5 years of live performances, and what comes out is a pleasant album that contains little if no filler at all.

Although not as diverse in style as the band claims (so there’s a punk song here? WHERE?!), the songs of “Cellex” are smartly coloured in various palettes that makes the listen an enjoyable trip in a world where music lost most of its meaning.

Still, the Daffodils didn’t launch a new punk revolution, but after all, who did? Not even the Sex Pistols. Not even.

Sex Pistols

Related links:
The Narcotic Daffodils: to buy “Cellex” and other stuff
Irène & Hakim on Gilles Snowcat’s “Mokomoko Collection”
Irène & Hakim on Awaken’s “How Many ‘L’ Were In Your Name?

Something like 100 years ago, composer Hervé Gilles and Gilles Snowcat not only created the longest lasting confusion of the Awaken world (“how come Gilles can be a first and a last name? Who is who? Are they the same person?”), but also recorded a tune that would be on the then-new now-collector “Party In Lyceum’s Toilets”.

The news of today is that Hervé Gilles just released a LP, “First Day”, on the might CD Baby shop.

First Day (Hervé Gilles)
If you want to hear what good a real composer is able to do to your ears, “First Day” is obviously for you.

Hakim Rahmouni and Irène Csordas, the lads you hear every morning when you play your copy of “Mokomoko Collection”, also have a serious job: they co-lead the Narcotic Daffodils with a bunch of more or less grumpy instrumentists.

And that band just left the cosy studio with a brand new thing called “Cellex”, which is not related to the famous anti-aging skin care company, as far as we know.

Franck Carducci hasn’t played with Gilles Snowcat yet, and may never do so, but both have a common ground under the name of Nicolas ‘Nicozark’ Leroy, who plays on both “Mokomoko Collection” from GS and “Oddity” from FC.

Franck Carducci

The news here is that Carducci will stop in Belgium with his band to perform “Oddity” and other oddities on Saturday the 22nd of February. Here are the tour dates:

21/02/2014 (20:00): L’Antipode, Paris [France]. Info.

22/02/2014 (20:30): La Chapelle, Mons [Belgium]. Info.

23/02/2014 (15:00): ‘t Blok, Rotterdam [Netherlands]. Info.

13/03/2014 (21:00): Le Brin de Zinc, Chambery [France]. Info.

12/06/2014 (21:00): Satellit cafe, Roanne [France]

And last but surely not least, the volume 21 of the Video News from it’s Oh! MUSIC has just been released, featuring Ayaka, Armelle LC, Narcotic Daffodils and yours truly.

it's Oh! Video News 2/2014


An interesting article about Gilles Snowcat and “Moko Moko Collection” has been published here on SynthBeat.

With mainstream artists cramming the airwaves with their usual songs about falling in and out of love, and rock pioneers recycling their classic years, it’s nice to encounter artists unconcerned with the restraints of commerciality or fame. Gilles Snowcat is one intriguing example. Read more on SynthBeat

These are the news :

* Gilles Snowcat has been asked a few questions. It was a good day, therefore he replied. And you read here.

* Slight update on the who’s who of the Moko Moko Orchestra.

Those were the news.

Most logically, after digesting the one-drop, the Moko Moko Collection would generate dub mixes out of the riddim.

Let’s go for dubbing the “Legs & Liquor” tune, that song for lovers. It’s new, fresh and it’s here.

On a technical side, “Dub” might not be the most appropriate word, as there are no trace of a single track directly coming from the album. Everything has been re-recorded from A to Z. Mr Snowcat never changes -will he ever get old?

But it’s a dub take anyway. Mr Snowcat played around with everything and purrs with that new version of “Legs & Liquor”.

Oh there’s still the original version on the album too.

And amongst other dirty rumours, Mr Snowcat -who’s NOT asking to be renamed Snowlion- is already busy with another dub, for the Dub’n’Dance Collection.

(Also on Jango Radio).

Tapes are running, Gilles Snowcat should be preparing a new dub take of a Moko-Moko Collection piece. Which one? If only we knew…

Oh well, you have the “Mokomoko Collection” burning your brain, and you think where the hell are the singles? What a coincidence, there’s a first one here.

Dubbin' airplane

It’s an alternate take of  the “Mokomoko Collection” cobblestone: “I Could Live In An Airplane”, which you’d already know if you were currently listening. Listening HERE.

It’s part of the new Gilles Snowcat’s Dub’n’Dance station on Jango Airplay: