Madjo’s first album is a singular work that defies classification, at once charming and experimental, passionate and yet pulsing with elements that go beyond simple songwriting – although her songwriting is already remarkable. The current music scene is quite a favourable one for girls with vision, and Madjo is following in the footsteps of Yaël Naïm, Sophie Hunger or Hindi Zahra – another voice making itself heard, in English or in French, playful or melancholy, at once profoundly intense and delightfully accessible.
Mixed by Mark Plati (known for his work with David Bowie, Alain Bashung and countless others), this is a startling debut album that sets out to give the natural order of songwriting a good shake-up. It comes across as a work composed in a moonlit trance balanced halfway between dreams and reality. Here, the sound of night birds (“Catch The Bird”, “Le Cœur hibou”) jostles alongside that of Greenwich Village blues-folk heroines.
Madjo emerges as both a confident storyteller (“Leaving My Heart”) and the keeper of a wild bestiary (“Lion”). It’s clear she has in spades those qualities others might spend a lifetime trying to acquire. At the age of just 27, that’s simply extraordinary