… she creates authentically desolate atmospheres that re-claim Joy Division comparisons from the boy bands. — XLR8R, USA
All In is an audio diary of “pop noir” love songs that chronicles an exploration of a deeper, more intimate side to her engaging sphere of contradictory personalities. These ten French and English parables were conceived in Li’s isolated Nesthetik lab in downtown Montréal where the themes of loneliness, erotic hope and transformation became restless acquaintances. Selections to focus upon include Killing Time, Little Girl and the final track J’aspire for those seeking an introduction to the album. The other songs like the opener Feu and the piano and voice mysteries of Leave Me Alone & Folie… depict a more personal poetry, solitary in scope and expansive in character. Stylistic references may touch upon hints of Marlena Dietrich, Nico or aspects of Serge Gainsbourg, but listeners of Li Alin are apt to find themselves in a fresher, fragile universe navigated by the obsessive nature of this spare, raw, euphoric voice.
- ASP 2034 / 2006
- UPC/EAN 753027203427
- Total duration: 33:13
CD 2.0ASP 2034CAD 11.95
In the press
Rachel Shimp, XLR8R, no. 99, August 1, 2006… she creates authentically desolate atmospheres that re-claim Joy Division comparisons from the boy bands.
Li Alin is a mystery, and for now that’s just as well. The story behind her mournful, raw songs — some with electronic embellishments, and all sung in French and English — might dilute the power of their presence. Backing her vocals with echoed pianos and skin-crawling cello strains, she creates authentically desolate atmospheres that re-claim Joy Division comparisons from the boy bands. When Alin whispers “My soul is bleeding/ Today my heart is snowing,” you believe it. Like a mistress sequestered in a tower, she contemplates love and the futility of life with heart-breaking precision. The eccentricities of Alin’s incantations make them avant-goth of the highest order. Jokers say the goth dance goes pull the rope, kick the cat, toss the basket. Li Alin’s compelling compositions add another step: rattle your bones.