Renaud Gratton - Touriste (2024) Hi Res

Tourist. Add a question mark: tourist, me? This is the question asked by Renaud Gratton, who spent several lifetimes wandering around himself, a companion without borders to almost everyone, unrolling a confusing roadmap which passes through a Patrick Watson as much as by an Évelyne Brochu, from Bleu Jeans Bleu to Trois Accords, here a Klô, there a Brach... We have known him most often with a trombone in hand, but today, Renaud Gratton has a first album on his own label, where he sings and plays especially on keyboards. It’s not nothing: daring to settle down, to install words and music in the middle of a universe so long observed from a distance changes the perspective. The artist’s identity is finally defined, between psych folk and what he calls “yacht rock of the 1970s”. Applied magical mycology, assumed character of “Dad Bod”, Gratton remains difficult to define, but it is he who fascinates. We are now his tourists.