L'ensorcellant, vénéneux et émouvant nouvel album de Nick Cave, Push the Sky Away, recèle une ballade aussi ténébreuse que magnétique, où Genève, le CERN franco-suisse (Organisation européenne pour la recherche nucléaire) et son accélérateur de particules où le boson de Higgs tient le premier rôle font partie intégrante d'un sombre décor qui voit encore apparaître Lucifer, Robert Johnson ou Memphis.
Le biennommé "Higgs Boson Blues" a de quoi filer la chair de poule, même dénué de son.
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds: "Higgs Boson Blues" (2013)
Can't remember anything at all
Flame trees line the streets
Can't remember anything at all
But I'm driving my car down to Geneva
I've been sitting in my basement patio
Aye, it was hot
Up above, girls walk past, the roses all in bloom
Have you ever heard about the Higgs Boson blues
I'm goin' down to Geneva baby, gonna teach it to you
Who cares, who cares what the future brings?
Black road long and I drove and drove
I came upon a crossroad
The night was hot and black
I see Robert Johnson,
With a ten dollar guitar strapped to his back,
Lookin' for a tune
Well here comes Lucifer,
With his canon law,
And a hundred black babies runnin' from his genocidal jaw
He got the real killer groove
Robert Johnson and the devil man
Don't know who's gonna rip off who
Driving my car, flame trees on fire
Sitting and singin' the Higgs Boson blues,
I'm tired, I'm lookin' for a spot to drop
All the clocks have stopped in Memphis now
In the Lorraine Motel, it's hot, it's hot
That's why they call it the Hot Spot
I take a room with a view
Hear a man preaching in a language that's completely new, yea
Making the hot cocks in the flophouse bleed
While the cleaning ladies sob into their mops
And a bellhop hops and bops
A shot rings out to a spiritual groove
Everybody bleeding to that Higgs Boson Blues
If I die tonight, bury me
In my favorite yellow patent leather shoes
With a mummified cat and a cone-like hat
That the caliphate forced on the Jews
Can you feel my heartbeat?
Can you feel my heartbeat?
Hannah Montana does the African Savannah
As the simulated rainy season begins
She curses the queue at the Zulus
And moves on to Amazonia
And cries with the dolphins
Mama ate the pygmy
The pygmy ate the monkey
The monkey has a gift that he is sending back to you
Look here comes the missionary
With his smallpox and flu
He's saving them savages
With his Higgs Boson Blues
I'm driving my car down to Geneva
I'm driving my car down to Geneva
Oh let the damn day break
The rainy days always make me sad
Miley Cyrus floats in a swimming pool in Toluca Lake
And you're the best girl I've ever had
Can't remember anything at all
En convalescence pop voilà quatre ans au fil de cet Antimatière plein de larmes à peine asséchées et de mélancolie jamais voilée, Jérémie Kisling s'en revient à la chanson avec un teint plus rayonnant. Dans Tout m'échappe, son quatrième album, le Lausannois désormais en exil à Paris a mis de côté ses envies de raccrocher ses mélodies jolies et sa plume gracile. Si les doutes persistent heureusement, logiques stigmates de la tabula rasa, les désillusions sont moins flagrantes et plombantes.