Browsing the net I found this that defines very well the latest work of Carla Bruni. It seems so bad to me that I don't even want to waste my time making a review of it. No Promises.
Four years after his surprising debut with “Quelqu´un m´a it”, Carla Bruni returns with a second album. For this occasion, The former model has set to music a series of poems by authors from the late 19th century and early 20th century such as Emily Dickinson, William B Yeats, Wystan Hugh Auden or Walter De La Mare.
The blindness of the crowds never ceases to amaze me. The new case is Bruni. If their first album had a more than passable note and an undeniable eroticism, This unbearable second job shows a great reality: this girl doesn't know how to sing, hardly tunes and, express, what is said to express, yes it expresses: boredom. A “bluff”. a deception. a montage. Rich people making music for rich people “in” that are more “out” than they believe. If you want classy music, buy Xavier Rudd's album and let the model do her posing., what is yours. Don't let companies fool you. Shoe rack to your shoes.No Promises Tracks 01. Those Dancing Days Are Gone
02. Before The World Was Made
03. Lady Weeping At The Crossroads
04. Felt My Like With Both My Hands
05. Promises Like Pie Crust
06. Autumn
07. If You Were Coming In The Fall
08. I Went To Heaven
09. Afternoon
10. Ballade At Thirty Five
11. At Last The Secret Is Out
Yo escuché el primer CD, y pensé ¡vaya capricho ha tenido la niña!
Desde luego su voz es muy fràgil, a veces me hace sufrir al ver que no va a llegar al agudo… Sácale a mi tocaya unos centímetros de altura, ponle unos quilitos de más, y olvídate de esa carita celestial, que queda? Crees que hubiera tenido oportunidad de grabar un CD si su nombre fuera otro?
Además si ves los videos de conciertos, es muy estática, casi ni mueve los ojos. Utilizando la melena para taparse el pinganillo.
En Francia les gusta mucho esa imagen “BOBO” (BOhemien BOurgeois), o sea, ser un intelectual de izquierdas y burgués.