Written, played, sung and recorded by Orval himself on his 12-tracks recorder, the album is a great collection of psychedelic nuggets. Accoustic guitars, organs, flutes, vintage electronic bizarreries, fine male and female (kumi and Zoé of The Konki Duet) voices creates a unique blend of oneiric folk ballads ands epic homemade space rock sagas.
Accomplished at the end of some little panel of eternity, Orval Carlos Sibelius’ first self-titled record is a joke, and such for quite a number of reason. First and foremost, because this miraculous debut album is not really a debut album – Axel, who hides himself behind this mysterious alias, as if it didn’t really matter, used to electrify the hearts of the French underground a few years ago, using the Snark moniker (he released two albums and half a dozen tapes which have almost become legendary). Secondly, because behind its hippy looks of soft wooden melancholia, lies a volcano of imagination, an explosive and foliate maze which possesses the guts to look into the eyes of the mad songs of Kevin Ayers. Eventually, because, even if it is dedicated to all the slackers of the world, those that dwell in indolence, expecting miracles to happen only playing with the tips of their fingers, this record encloses little gems of almost malevolent wits, virtuosity, and approximately as many crazy, impudently strange constructions of arranging, as simply irresistible melodies.