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Updated November 2009 Anything Maria, Ebony Bones!, Marseille, Cabaret Aleatoire, Nov 10th 09. coming on stage, Anything Maria is opening. At first, we are thinking "Well, it's like Alanis Morissette finally sang well !" and then one thing leading to another, Anything Maria, blue bodysuit on, with long blond hair, standing in front of us, makes us regret that fleeting thought. Reserved but not frigid, Anything Maria finally sticks her knife into our head thanks to her minimalist music composed by beats and riffs. Yes, because Anything Maria is simple is that : a bit like Björk who would decided to stop doing boring stuff and a bit like PJ Harvey who was given a keyboard and a drum machine with carte blanche. On stage, the combo remains unruffled. His scenic partner quickly abandons his keyboards to leave Anything Maria alone to ensure brilliantly the first part of the incredible Ebony Bones! though. Despite some minor problems due to a recalcitrant guitar, Anything Maria sings and puts her voice just in the right place, into the heart. The heads move rocked by the beats and the Siren songs. Scenically uncomfortable, it is recognized for her defense than facing the audience, alone with her two guitars, two microphones and her digital console, no easy task. However, after a small drop in speed, the keyboardist comes back for a final track, a perfect duo, foreshadowing the imminence of the Londoner tornado. The bet was risky, but Anything Maria has perfectly managed the challenge of haranguing the crowd and preparing it for what happens. That's what we think though, because nothing can effectively prepare to Ebony Bones! hurricane ! Like the "!", see Ebony Bones! again in such good conditions was a real shock. This is where the pur baby of the new London school blew up our brain and showered us with a mountain of incredible energy. No, Miss Bones is not a pure marketing product. The fears from Pantiero have been erased. Here, all the musicians go together well and we realize how great is their complicity on stage. Each has his place, and the band invites us to jump, jump, and jump again, all that with a smile. But the album is short, and Miss Bones did not yield to the traditional replay on her CD. No, exit the sweet songs, the stage is a life-place where wasting time is not allowed. After the pure wonders that are the tracks "The Muzik", "We know all about you" or "Story of St. Ockwell" Miss Bones covers "The Wall" by Pink Floyd and "I wanna be your dog "of the Stooges in a so clever way and with a rare intensity. The tribal rhythms, the heaviness of the Korg, the epileptic chorus tear the subconscious apart and release all that is within us. Stout to manipulate us as she pleases, making us do swarm movements, the electric Miss Bones sings, shouts, dances, jumps and does not stop. She will descend into the audience, invite people to appear on stage in a giant mosh pit. Miss Bones, pure English product, is not just a turmoil of Internet, her whole world, clearly studied, is unusually effective, it pinpoints where it is needed, presses there and triggers the dancing machine. Its combination of electro-funky punk jass tribal is simply amazing, all worn by a girl with a strong personality and a inimitable charisma. Thank you Miss Bones, come back whenever you want, the sooner the better !
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