Arthur Satan - a Journey That Never Was

A journey that never was, second solo album by Arthur Satàn, released on Born Bad, lets us know what happens when you abandon a kid to his fate in a studio, leave him to grow old with D&D figurines lined up on a pile of old fantasy mags, and put time on pause for a few decades. Well, it’s not that bad : let Bordeaux’s finest melodist introduce you to a whole family of imaginary friends.

So far so good, his pop solo debut, was a pleasant surprise for fans of his not-that-garage group JC Satàn. That new double album is so big you'll need special furniture to accommodate this unreasonable, maximalist parade, crammed full with 1960s pop influences. They've all been there, talking to him for years. The John and Paul you mentioned, are they in the room? Yes, and they came with friends from the next musical decade.
The record plays with heritage like a kid would unabashedly plan for a birthday party. No stupid treasure hunt, we’re bowling with the heads of our foes, guitars are literally bleeding through the mix. T-Rex burgers, fountains of chocolate choruses dripping on Brian Wilson - shaped giant cookies : let’s indulge.

Each song is a musical family, each verse is an album, each riff is a title. In his Christmas gift list, Arthur probably circled absolutely every toy : his taste for completism never disappoints.
He played almost every instrument, mixed the album and designed a whole graphic universe to go along with it. A visual artist by trade, also made a point of drawing a monumental fresco spreading out the fantasy landscape that haunts this album. Lord of the Flies with just one kid, stranded in Mordor. Come and keep him company for a while.``