The Inspector Cluzo plays their own kind of country music, their kind of folk music – a sort of folk music, if you like, but not at all folksy – it’s much too electric and furious for that. In any case, nothing would be more unfair than to try to put these raging ambassadors into a charming folklore box.
It is easy to see that they are one of a kind, they don’t hold back. The Inspector Cluzo are proud of their heritage – they abandoned promising careers as overqualified scientists, in order to work on the land. They are both proud and eager to represent their region and their local traditions, but they don’t want to fall into the category of being a local band. Their land is where Laurent and Mathieu share ideas, blow off steam, learn and discover things – that’s their stage, their natural habitat where they relentlessly go about their daily unpretentious routine. But they’ve got another land – and that is wherever people are – people they meet and talk with from Japan to South America. Their big plot of land is the world – people and places — to visit, to explore. Their smaller plot of land is Lou Casse, their farm in the Landes, in the southwest of France – that’s where their physical labor allows them to break away from the incessant brain hyperactivity – 24/7 — anytime, day or night, you can receive an email from these guys who are bothered by what you might think is a small detail, or awakened by what may seem to be a trivial thing. As the Americans say, idle hands are the devil’s workshop. But that’s how these guys create their music and prepare for their concerts, cleverly hiding behind their genuine good-natured nonchalance.
Music of the people, music of the earth – boots caked with mud and blues . . . Every concert is played with a full display of celebration – every concert is a victory for these two guys – these self-proclaimed Rock Farmers – Gentlemen Farmers also because of their old-style manners and courtesy – and for their respect for the old way of doing things. This is also what connects them to the roots of soul and blues – but electrified by a fiery spirit of urgency, by fury and anger.
During their concerts, The Inspector Cluzo creates a sort of mantra, fully charged with high decibels, finishing their concerts dripping with sweat – exhausted but alive, fully alive. As their neighbor, Daniel Ducournau says in the Rockfarmer documentary, ‘There’s always room for a chapel next to the cathedral’ He’s talking about agriculture, but that goes for general culture as well. The Inspector Cluzo is free and independent, because Laurent and Mathieu are free and independent — They don’t listen to those who give orders. They are their own label, their own editor, their own manager, their own agent – and they’ve found that they can get along very well without a bass player. It’s their level of thriftiness – on a human scale. Here drums, guitar and voice is all they need to write universal music – a rough sort of blues, with the force of revolt and passion.
Glide is proud to premiere “Fisherman” (below) the third single from The Organic Farmers Seasons, Unplugged Live. The song was recorded in Biarritz @Casino Barrière to a sold-out venue and was the last gig of the Unplugged February (2020) tour. The band combines the worlds of The Tragically Hip, The Bad Plus, and Gogol Bordello into a worldly mix of attitude, charisma, and risk-taking. Teases of “Green Onion” and a smokin’ instrumental breakdown highlight this live favorite.
“This song is really popular among TIC Community. Fans can’t wait for that moment of the show where they can scream along ” For my family”, being part of a rock show, a family show is something so special, and something we’re proud to help create. Here this is the unplugged version…and nothing change,” says the band.
