It's comforting to be face-to-face with an album like Look Now, the last work of Elvis Costello. One takes the disc, with its preconceived idea, but the disc explodes gloriously in the ears. When one thinks that one is going to find a work of automatic pilot, so own of the majority of the stars in mature age, Costello marks a sweeping album, like a first day of autumn.
Comfort because you do not expect it, although it's not surprising. At this point, the British musician has a credit within reach of few. In his 40-year career he has shown an enviable ability to always maintain a remarkable line, much more competent and higher than the average. Even her maturity is laden with jewels like The Delivery Man, The River in Riverse or National Ransom. And, nevertheless, in this new album he makes a beautiful requiebro about himself, offering another angle to fascinate himself. It turns on itself, in a display of technique and dexterity, to invoice a beautiful work, beating from beginning to end with sweet aplomb. It's simple: you do not expect me to be able to hold on to something that you already know.
Look Now It is like tasting a dish that has been tried many times but which, for the occasion, is cooked with so much care and experience that it is an endless recreation for the palate. Costello does not invent anything or squeeze his head to squeeze new ideas, but brings out its maximum quality. That touch so his from his beginnings where the white soul is varnished of precious pop, always with that internal nerve, that passionate spirit sprouting in the song. It is as if he wanted to elevate his own style to the highest altar, also promoted with the collaboration of the exquisite Burt Bacharach, who co-wrote three songs. And he gets it because his voice sings full, filling the entire room. It embroiders in all, but especially in two capitals as I Let The Sun Go Down Y Suspect My Tears. And, eye, also on Isabelle Tears, included in the edition deluxe With its air to Brill Building, all the material seems to come out of Carole King's classic pop bedroom.
The voice is another reason why this record can catch unprepared. Costello had to suspend his last tour as a result of exhaustion. He had undergone an operation to overcome an aggressive cancer and, obstinate as it is with turning and working, he did not leave enough time to recover. He has recognized it in the interviews he has given on Look Now.
At this point, vivify that Costello can still take you to that land full of charm. Even more so if it arrives in autumn, when the spirit seems unconsciously to seek shelter in the small great things. It may not be bold to say that this is the most breathtaking album of the year.