CENTRE-VILLE

Although Garolou hasn't had anymore line-up change, the least we cab say is that Centre-Ville definitely not made of the same wood than its three predecessors, but somehow it continues the modernization process that Romancero started. "Graced" with a rather ugly and on-the-run window-shopping photo, the album has few folk influences and gives a very soft AOR feel that most 70's band were

Opening on a reggaeish Ouvres la Porte, the album doesn't star well, and even after a long intro the follow-up Je Deviens Fou sounds like Steely Dan meeting 10 CC. Ditto for Aller- Retour (return trip) and Terre with its 6 minutes but hardly a space for instruments, except in the repetitive finale where they barely dare in the fade-out. The flipside does not offer much more with radio-friendly Parles-Moi or the upbeat but uninteresting Je Savais Pas, the album closing on the would-be title track, a soppy jazz ballad of no interest whatsoever.

Best avoided really, this fourth album will be Garolou's last oeuvre, which by 82 standard was a mainstream product of its time, trying to break out the airwaves to their material, but let's face it, if it didn't with the more original early stuff, it wasn't going to do it with the sunk-in-the- mass AOR

With the double entendre of the title signifying a shift to the bland stylistic center of 1982 rock, and an abandonment of essentially rural folk for city glitz, "Centre-Ville" did nothing to stymie the perhaps inevitable collapse of GAROLOU's initial run. Displaced from a field with few professional purveyors to a weedy city lot, they abandoned all folk roots and homogenized their sound, notwithstanding a fun reggae-tinged opener and an above average ballad "Aller-Retour". Rockers like "Terre" and "Je Savais Pas" are utterly without distinction. Perhaps the album's most notable "first" is that of first GAROLOU album to contain an English lyric, on the closing "Seul au Centre Ville", the only waking moment of a piece so light that it rivals the mellowest fare by mid 1970s AMAZING BLONDEL. You'll wish you'd been allowed to sleep right through it.

It appears that the band spirited somewhat out of retirement in the early 1990s with a fine live disk that conspicuously omits anything from "Centre Ville", if only because this made so little impact in 1982 that it could not be resurrected even by occult ritual. If "Centre-Ville" isn't totally awful, it also isn't worth seeking out by anyone but unapologetic fans, who all appear to have gone uptown by this point.