Madame Patate is a paradox, a walking contradiction of uncommon
We like that at InPolySons. A conversation with her reveals not
only a sensitive, kind, lovable, gentle and thoughtful woman, but
also one without a trace of a precious, self-consciously “arty”
attitude. Body and mind together, she's searching for naïveté, trying
to remain childlike. Madame Patate's music expresses the diurnal
and the nocturnal in her personality. Those who know Madame Patate
will find her music unobtrusive, hand-made, feminine, delicate,
and very beautiful. It's close to the music of Coleen, or of a self-taught,
mute, Robert Wyatt (there are no vocals in the album), and it seems
to have been written in the small hours, when the mind is nowhere,
when shapes change, when we're present but absent, tired but sleepless,
wakeful but silent, hungry but unable to open the fridge.
Like the 'tracks' that it comprises, the record is a way to commute
from one state to another. The music has a pleasant simplicity:
gentle, unshowy, not virtuosic; it's fragile, accessible, and feels
as if you yourself could have made it.
'Patate' – the French slang for a potato – calls to mind a basic
essential. We think this album does too.
IPS 0212 - Vinyl Lp.