Lagon Nwar

At Lagon Nwar, fury is the order of the day. We disturb the edges. We play a dance of fire. We sharpen our cry. We give our souls to the path.

Lagon Nwar is like no other place. We've never been there. But it's home. Right here.

Saxophonist Quentin Biardeau and bassist Valentin Ceccaldi, both from the flamboyant Tricollectif, invite us to a meeting with singer Ann O'aro from Reunion Island and drummer-percussionist-singer Marcel Balboné from Burkina Faso.

The quartet draws shores on which to land, in the depths of time.

A tight smile at the corner of their lips.

Electric telescoping, swirling synthesizers dying on the bitter dregs of a fender bass, disengaged lyrics arguing their joual as well as their créole, signing with their fingers a poetry to defresh the corals from which fly the bissa melodies and the raging verve of a saxophone torn from the lively race of the wet bimdé.

The battery of calabashes, with or without strings, underlines the contours of a dialogue between Burkina and Mascareignes, Paris and Ouaga.

Lagon noir is about the salty taste of water, curls weighed down by rain, the port and its armaments, the fading of colonies.