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Castle Strange Records, 14 rue de la berruere - 37290 - preuilly sur claise - France

EXTRABALLE [12]

Drums: Mathieu Gazeau & Olivier Hurt
Bass: David Giacobetti, Zox et Maxime B*
Guitars: Tim Beckham & Simon Favier
Synths: Maxime B*
Guitars , electro & Vocals : Jay Jay
additional piano & harmonica: Jean François Leroux
Sound Engineers: Christian Gence, Didier Lemarchand, Dave Pemberton
Mixed by Dave Pemberton
All songs by Jean R Jovenet
except Lyrics by Evan H Dvorsek for the Wreckage of Time

Copyright Ascap / Sacem :2010/2011

‘The Most Secret Man’
a most welcome purification

The music of Jean Jovenet (Jay Jay) and Extraballe constitutes something of a musical purification in these times of rampant egomania and celebrity. For Jean Jovenet is a man who is interested in getting back to the essence of what music is about and the heart of the creative process.

‘The Most Secret Man’ is an album that simultaneously reveals and conceals the man that is Jean Jovenet. A mystique has surrounded this artist and this album plays out with the ephemerality of an Autumn day, one you wished didn’t have to end, yet there is a timeless quality to Jovenet’s musical brushstrokes. This album is the mystery of time itself; it is infused with the sadness of time passing and suffused with the memory and tempo of musical eras before the pollution of the art.

Is Jean Jovenet a time traveller? This album firmly begs the question. To me it’s as if Jovenet had a musical time machine to transport and immerse himself in musical eras past and seemingly buried, only to return to us and bring them gloriously back to life. There remains an enlightened few who continue to carry the torch from those great eras of the past and Jean Jovenet is one of its custodians today.

This is music of such force and purity that it hoses away the pollution of other so-called rock acts and renews our hope in the genre. Jovenet’s purist approach shines through in the integrity of his music and his writing has gained him justified comparisons to some of the greats such as David Bowie and Jim Morrison. ‘The Most Secret Man’ brings back something of the spirit of Jim Morrison but Jean Jovenet lights his own fire in a time when unique artists are exceedingly hard to come by.

In interviews, Jean Jovenet has expressed his fascination with the creative process and he a man who works at the very coalface of music. ‘The Most Secret Man’ is a complex tapestry of musical influences and colourings but the inescapable impression is of a singular and revolutionary artist who stands uniquely on his own in the postmodern music arena and strips off many of the trappings laid upon it.

I am always intrigued by how some artists seem to be born out of time and it could be said that Jean Jovenet would belong more in the 70s or the 80s, in the eras or Jim Morrison or David Bowie. But then, isn’t it great to have him in the postmodern era to challenge and uplift a music world that is often in desperate needs of transformation?

Jovenet writes with a Joycean pen and plays with the panache of a Rolling Stone. The riffs here are infectious, the melodies are insistent. There is just no shaking the experience of listening to this album. A remix by top Producer/Engineer, Dave Pemberton, at famed London studio Strongroom, has resulted in a crisp and finely honed production of Jovenet’s masterful tunes. When Jean Jovenet gets inside your head, he is there to stay. There is now a musical bounty upon Jovenet’s head. As the song suggests “The most secret man” could very soon be “the most wanted man in the world”.

“Who’s the man behind the man, who’s the man behind the man?”

It’s a perennial question and one insistently asked throughout this album.

With the release of ‘The Most Secret Man’ Jean Jovenet may be a little less of a secret man, but there remains something unknowable and mysterious about this impenetrable artist. But what a revelation this album is and what a purification.

Rock may have to rewrite its definitions after this one. (Marty McCool Music Reviews, March 2010)

Extraballe – Extraballe (Castle Strange Records)

Comme c’est bon de le retrouver.

Extraballe, un des rares groupes français capables d’être signés par Elektra à l’aube des eighties, et qui avait disséminé sur une poignée d’albums et de 45 tours une certaine idée de l’élégance rock et des mélodies tout en raffinement, nous avait laissé en carafe depuis quelques années.

Que devenait Jean Jovenet, chanteur/guitariste, compositeur principal du groupe ? On l’avait retrouvé en 2004 avec Fuzz Townshend pour le projet Interfaith, au croisement du Velvet Underground et des sonorités électroniques.
Jean Jovenet avait encore plusieurs cartes dans sa manche, et non des moindres. Revenu de tout, sauf de lui-même, il assène sur cet album de la renaissance une pop aux influences lettrées.

Des morceaux où l’ombre de Keith Richards se pose sur des mélodies irrésistibles à la Flamin’ Groovies de la grande époque (« Meteor Crater », « Liquid Gold »). Le ton est grave, les mélodies mid-tempo font largement mouche : « The Bardo States », « The Wrekrage of Time » sont des perles diablement bien ciselées, où le jeu de guitare est particulièrement éblouissant.

L’album baigne dans un climat lourd et fascinant, peu éloigné de l’univers merveilleusement décadent des Only Ones. Si l’attente fut longue, elle est valait la peine : le nouvel Extraballe poursuit cette recherche d’un pont entre tradition rock’n’rollienne et modernité.

« Cool Junkie » reste à mon sens le pinacle de cet album, une mélodie velvetienne et lumineuse, un clavier éthéré et une douce lumière qui ressort de cette musique.

Et la force de « Tightness of The Heart », petit bijou pop surgissant des enceintes sans prévenir, enfonce la clou et assène cette vérité : Extraballe est de retour, et les hostilités reprennent.
Nous voici revenus dans la Grosse Pomme, enfin.

Frédéric Antona

the most secret man

Walking along the bank, it was all too cold,
THE MOST SECRET MAN

Walking along the bank,
it was all too cold,
so he set the reeds on fire
to warm up his soul.
He’s got cuts on his fingers
but the scars in his mind...
he had it rough,
well who had it sweet...
Come on meet... hmmm

With the most secret man in the World.
With the most wanted man in this world

You can try to forget,
you can only try,
but there are ties and gags
and scenes of crimes.
Gunning it with a fast car
through the customslines,
through the dead of night.

Now...Who’s the man behind the man...
Who’s the man behind the man...

On a dark night,
under a crescent moon glow,
yeah at the place of dead roads ,
that’s where we had to meet...

With the most secret man in the World.
With the most wanted man in this world.

in this world,
in this world ...

Now...Who’s the man behind the man...
Who’s the man behind the man...

Lies , I just can’t work with lies
I got no time for games
I get no kicks from Pain
I’m too fast to be nailed
too clear to be stained

It’s just the Tightness of the Heart
that has driven us apart
Someday your chest will explode
It won’t sustain the Overload

You see all you give will lift you Up
and all you steal
will break you to pieces...

Now, if For a split second,
you could just admit
that you can’t always win Jim

meteor crater

Just when I thought I was safe
Outta reach in my lair
Just when I thought I was done
With that Love sick thang...

Feel the Impact , I’m a Meteor Crater
Who needs the facts when you got the answers

But days are long ,where you don’t belong
and things were getting weird on the Reservation,
I was close, I was next to Alienation
Without any sense or any reason...

Feel the Impact , I’m a Meteor Crater
Who needs the facts when you got the answers

Feel the Impact...

She prowled with her hip
She frowned up her lip
and the Amphetamine Dawn started to bleed yeah...

Feel the Impact , I’m a Meteor Crater
Who needs the facts when you got the answers

Feel the Impact...

the tightness of the heart

Lies , I just can’t work with lies
I got no time for games
I get no kicks from Pain
I’m too fast to be nailed
too clear to be stained

It’s just the Tightness of the Heart
that has driven us apart
Someday your chest will explode
It won’t sustain the Overload

You see all you give will lift you Up
and all you steal
will break you to pieces...

Now, if For a split second,
you could just admit
that you can’t always win Jim
and losing’s... no crime
You’d be an inch
an inch closer,
closer to the Truth

It’s just the Tightness of the Heart
that has driven us apart
Someday your chest will explode
It won’t sustain the Overload

You see all you give will lift you Up
and all you steal
will break you to pieces...

I , I’m a Diamond inside
so Give it Up , give it up and... go for broke...
yeah ...Give it Up , give it up and... go for broke...
and don’t think this life is just a joke

it’s all a delusion , a lot of Smoke...

Jezebel

You broke the spell , you snapped the line ,
you love to do it all the time.
You know the score you know damn well
,but once again you broke the spell.

And all the things we came to share
Have vanished right into thin Air

since you broke the Spell
Now I’m living in a Printing House in Hell
Ain’t that swell, JE ZE BEL
yes I’m living in a Printing House in Hell
Ain’t that swell, JE ZE BEL

I guess I had enough of this MADRIGAL..
guess I’m gonna tell t all the Cardinals
Still I wonder why why it took me so long
to see what i was looking at
was all so very wrong

And, I’m living in a Printing House in Hell
Ain’t that swell, JE ZE BEL
Hmmm to be living in a Printing House in Hell

Ain’t that swell, JE ZE BEL

Michigan

I’ve got one girl in mind ,
she’s got that slinky style
but she’s thousands miles away
and I won’t see her today,
I’m this side of the ocean and I wanna be in Michigan.

It’s been over a year
and nothing has come near,
nothing has come close,
except the holy ghost.
I’m this side of the ocean and I wanna be in Michigan.

Last time I tried to get on line and got through the Red Eye, some one said it’s kinda raw, but you can’t talk to her,
it’s just against the law

I ’m gonna board the next plane,
skyroute to the great lakes,
drive up 75,
I could be there tonight ,
I’m this side of the ocean and I wanna be in Michigan

I’m right above the ocean...

What kinda Girl Are U

It must be hard not to be believed,
To stay elusive ‘til the final reel
To always have to play the mystery girl,
The one that holds the precious pearl

I know , I’m not supposed to ask,
But i can do without a mask

Cause all I want to know, is what kinda girl are you ?
What kinda little girl are you
And I wonder what , what in this world,
I wouldn’t do, I wouldn’t do for you

You left me for a million years ,
Making me think , that I was doomed for real,
you spinned me out of place , you made me rise again
with your crazy eyes behind your shades

I know , I’m not supposed to bleed ,
but you know some cars don’t heal

all I want to know, is what kinda girl are you ?
What kinda little girl are you
And I wonder what , what in this world,
I wouldn’t do, I wouldn’t do for you

It had been such a long time,
since a princess woke me up with a kiss ,so sweet
A Love like this , you can’t resist ,
you got to live with it, and that’s what it is

I know , I’m not supposed to cry ,
but I can’t help it everytime

all I want to know, is what kinda girl are you ?
What kinda little girl are you
And I wonder what , what in this world,

I wouldn’t do, I wouldn’t do for you

Cool junkie (There’s no such thing as a ...)

There’s no such thing as a cool junkie,
just bear in mind, what you gave me to see
but did you ever wonder who was the slavedriver
who put you on the streets with this backbeat to nothing.

chorus*
no, there’s no such thing as a COOL JUNKIE
no, there’s no such thing as a COOL JUNKIE

one quick look at the body and I know where you’ve been
white lady takes her toll, it’s a real hard horse to ride
I’m hearing tons of steel, hissing down the tracks
there’s something on the rails and something on your back

the chances you might live to change are very slim, indeed
but some have been redeemed by a turn of the wheel
there’s no such thing as a cool junkie,

just bear in mind what you gave me to see.

Mercury tears

She was sweet
with lips like peppermint
She was cool
She had the Shine of a Jewel

She was smart
fired on a high spark
She rarely missed a beat
She never missed the Mark

But Baby’s gone
and I just can’t go on
anymore...
Baby’s dead
She got shot in the Head
on the outskirts of Town

and I am left here
for the rest of the years
To cry cry cry those Mercury Tears

Now,I can’t even look
at those pictures of Her
I’ve kept in a book
with an X on the cover

I’m just trying to hide
this emptiness inside
I just can’t accept a fate
that’s causing me to break

But Baby’s gone
and I just can’t go on
Anymore...

Baby’s dead
She got shot in the Head
on the outskirts of Town

I am left here for the rest of my years
To cry cry cry those Mercury Tears

Come on Cry , cry for me
cry cry cry those Mercury Tears
cry cry cry those Mercury Tears

hmmm those Mercury Tears

Liquid Gold

liquid gold, yeah that’s what you get
liquid gold when East meets West
liquid gold it’s so cool
and when I’m coming full I love a deep pool

now wag your tail and let’s get on the trail ,
so the road is hard , so the nettles are barbed ...
liquid gold that’s what it takes
to get rid of that taste liquid gold

now I can see , you hold a higher card
to make you think fast and vast
liquid gold is the tool
to pull all the wool liquid gold...

liquid gold, that’s what you get
liquid gold when East meets West

What are the signs of Liquid Gold State
No Barriers Nowhere
No FRONTIERS ANYWHERE
Hmm that Liquid Gold

liquid gold, that’s what you get liquid gold when East meets West

The Bardo States

You missed it by a fraction ,
where did I get the notion you had it all worked out
But looking at the numbers , it is no wonder,
Pressure makes the Blunder

Hmm you fake it until you make it , well...that’s always the same,
But make no mistake , there’s no second take .

If I was gonna give it to you face to face ,
I don’t think you would appreciate

What’s gonna Happpen , when you desintegrate,
What’s gonna happen when you go thru’ the Bardo States..

I can see you sway like an accident
careening down the Highway
Yeah push the pedal to the metal,You’ll make it to Donegal
A plastic Jesus on the dashboard.

Hmm you fake it until you make it , well...that’s always the same,
But make no mistake , there’s no second take .

What’s gonna Happpen , when you Desintegrate,
What’s gonna happen when you go thru’ the Bardo States..

You’re bouncing up and down in an unknown space ,
and this might last a little while.
Gone are the witty words ,
you gonnna need a third eye to ride that tiger

Hmm you fake it until you make it , well...that’s always the same,

What’s gonna Happpen , when you Desintegrate, What’s gonna happen when you go thru’ the Bardo States..

The Wreckage of Time

I was wondering about last night in the wreckage of time
where all is flawed and scratched although it appears to shine,
Yeah last night, there was weather comin’ in ,
heavy weather , sheets of Rain

I’m gonna go some other place, see what it will take to change my shape
Somewhere where people forgive and the best ones don’t even care

Wel, it’s hard to spot a gem , it’s not easy to face the facts ,.
I was looking for something sparkly, but I uncovered none of that
I got a tank full of Gas , but I don’t know which way to go,
but I’ve got all the time in this world to get there...

I’m gonna go some other place, see what it will take to change my shape
Somewhere where people forgive and the best ones don’t even care

Yes I was I wondering about last night in the wreckage of time
where all is flawed and scratched , although it appears to shine
Last night , there was something in the Air ,
I’m still trying to make out what was being shared

I’m gonna go some other place, see what it will take to change my shape
Somewhere where people forgive and the best ones don’t even care

in the wreckage of time in the wreckage of time in the wreckage of time

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