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Pint-sized Gallic wonder [a]Petit Vodo[/a] is a one-man rock'n'roll circus....
Live, the raw charm of this self-sufficient blues explosion is considerable. Part circus sideshow, part rock'n'roll epiphany, it's quite a spectacle. This, however, is a record. On record, it ceases to matter if Sebastien Chevalier, the man who is Vodo, hits, honks and twangles all at the same time. We can't tell.
The sleeve denies this, but for all we know, Vodo might have rattled his drum for a bit, gone off for a coffee, come back and churned out the riff from Jon Spencer's 'Wail', called it 'Somebody's Dream', had a fag, and then started adding some stray valve-radio whines - just like ordinary people do. On record, Vodo cannot be a marvel.
For Petit Vodo to exist, we must see him flail. It's a profound existential irony that probably gives Chevalier the blues.
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