There's something about the Lewis myth that just doesn't stack up. I'm not entirely convinced that the whole thing is not an elaborate hoax. If the story they are telling is true - then its completely insane. Unbelievably since the recent re-issue of Lewis's 'L'Amour' album someone has found another album by a man who allegedly disappeared after cutting 'L'Amour'. This is apparently the 1985 issue of an album credited this time to Lewis Baloue. The sound is similar, a tortured voice wracked over languid synths, the sleeve sees him posing next to a private jet. Its the same man.
This was remastered from a sealed, vinyl copy of the ultra-rare album discovered in the vaults of DJ and collector Kevin “Sipreano” Howes in Vancouver.
For the moment the man remains a complete enigma. The record label claims they can't find him- it could well be true. In any case what we are left with is another shimmering album of eerie late night evocations that a certainly more David Lynch than the debut but have exactly the same naked threadbare appeal
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When I wrote the description of this I was at a point in my life where I was doubting the myth around this Lewis feller and suspected it was a hoax. It’s not though, it’s quite unbelievably true and he’s been found, suave as ever in a Canadian backwater refusing royalty cheques from the label.
‘L’Amour’ was one of those genuine finds in a sea of ropey ‘80’s re-issues. An album that was so not of its time that it’s quite ridiculous, coming in somewhere between Arthur Russell and The Blue Nile as sung by a David Van Day lookalike. The opener here sounds like Russell singing ‘Strangers in the Night’ whilst being simultaneously attacked by a saxophone. It couldn’t be more gloopy. ‘Bon Voyage’ is sung in a trembling style like a white man imitating Horace Andy at the dead of night, trying not to wake the neighbours. At this point in his career he has discovered some pretty swanky synths and proceeds to have them softly play the factory settings underneath the track. And so it goes on, soft languid synths, quivering vocals, a romantic air that veers close into stalker territory, he groans, he breathes, he quivers at the mic, completely overdone and on ‘Be in Love With Me’ sounds like a man with his mouth taped shut imitating Whitney Houston whilst saccharine sax’s wail in the background.
A completely ridiculous record, I’ve never heard anything like it.
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