After a very personal and pared-down first live album (‘L’Ombre’). Leila Huissoud, brought up by Brassens, Moustaki and Barbara, keeps resolutely her French chanson style putting lyrics to the forefront. Far away from the electro-kick of contemporary productions. The tribute is to find next to the garden of Henri Salvadore, the top hat of Agnès Bihl and the French fry stand of Thomas Dutronc.
From the intimacy of death to the mischief of an old couple. From the cowardice of a spotlight to corporeal revolution. ‘Auguste’ deals with everything incorrectly. Leila Huissoud dramatizes and tones down, questions by turns the place of the artist… Growing apart from family… Routine outshining aim in life… Switzerland… Brassens’ victims… And love during period. The woman grew up and will speak about life tenderly without blocking herself with taboos. Full of self-mockery Leila takes a walk on the thread of clichés about the show and the feelings.
If “singing does not change anything” then do it spectacularly: Leila Huissoud throws herself into life with fastened shoelaces and you are invited to the fall. Beautiful and wonky, ‘Auguste’ presents songs with a tear in the eye and big red shoes.
