Bitrate:320K/s
Year:1998
Time:53:15
Size:122,5 MB
Label:Bluesy Mind
Styles:Blues/Blues Rock
Art:Front
Year:1998
Time:53:15
Size:122,5 MB
Label:Bluesy Mind
Styles:Blues/Blues Rock
Art:Front
Tracks Listing:
1. Full Speed Ahead - 3:56
2. Free Tomorrow - 3:47
3. Low Down Inside - 4:01
4. Sometimes - 3:38
5. Far from Town - 4:53
6. Nothing More - 7:05
7. Trying So Hard - 4:45
8. I'm a King Bee - 3:53
9. King Size Killer - 5:24
10. Saturday Night - 4:31
11. Crossroads - 3:52
12. After All Those Days - 3:25
1. Full Speed Ahead - 3:56
2. Free Tomorrow - 3:47
3. Low Down Inside - 4:01
4. Sometimes - 3:38
5. Far from Town - 4:53
6. Nothing More - 7:05
7. Trying So Hard - 4:45
8. I'm a King Bee - 3:53
9. King Size Killer - 5:24
10. Saturday Night - 4:31
11. Crossroads - 3:52
12. After All Those Days - 3:25
Ah, this takes us (or rather, me) back to the days of the Crypto label, founded by Ange and their manager, Jean-Claude Pognant, in the late 70s. Yes, Ganafoul belongs to that era!
There’s frenetic boogie-blues ("Nothing More"), a touch of funk with a bass solo ("I'm a King Bee," from the Stones' debut LP), and a hint of Ganafoul-style nostalgia with "Full Speed Ahead" and "Saturday Night." Special mention goes to "Crossroads," a tribute to Robert Johnson... and Cream.
My favorite tracks: "Nothing More," "I'm a King Bee."
And now, I’ll hand it over to Robert Lapassade, who served as their manager...
CROSSROADS (From Moonless Nights to Boogie)
Robert Johnson. On a moonless night in the 1930s, at a desolate crossroads somewhere between Highway 61 North and Highway 49 South, the genius from Hazlehurst reportedly struck a pact... "Crossroads Blues."
Givors, mid-seventies. At the intersection of the A7 and A42 motorways—in the industrial south of the Greater Lyon area—Jack Bon and Jean-Yves Astier, both from the Croix-Rousse district, saw their paths cross for the first time.
There, near the canal amidst the fumes of the steel industry, they locked horns and sold their souls to the boogie. *Boogie Chillen*.
"Sidérock"—that’s the name they gave to the sound of Ganafoul, a heavy rock outfit (a five-piece band at the time) born of their meeting with drummer Jean-Yves Rotacher.
In a France where the rock scene was waking up under the Giscard presidency—fired up by the furious marathons of Little Bob Story, ignited by Téléphone’s first Stones-esque scorcher, and finally hopping aboard the '77 train speeding in from London—Ganafoul and a handful of others boldly kept the blues-rock legend alive. Having evolved into a power trio shortly before Bernard Antoine took over the drum kit from Rotache, Ganafoul—standing in contrast to acts like Bijou or Starshooter—embodied a gritty, unkempt, "grease-stained" brand of rock.
The self-styled intelligentsia certainly never championed the trio. Undeterred, Ganaf' churned out "siderock" that thrilled denim-clad metalheads while devouring miles of French highway in their blue Citroën DS.
The band ran on an Australian-style 4/4 beat (Jack had been blown away by AC/DC at London’s Marquee Club in '76) while keeping Chuck Berry, Muddy Waters, and the Stones in the rearview mirror.
Then came a moonless night; perhaps a botched overtake, a missed curve... no one knows for sure. With tires worn by seven years on the road and five albums in the trunk, the band crashed right at the dawn of the 80s.
The three boot-wearing buddies never truly parted ways. Their destinies, sealed by the canal, diverged for only a few years.
Jean-Yves settled near Cahors. He picked up the guitar and carved out his own style beneath a straw hat. Whether solo, in a trio, or with a full band (Jean-Yves Astier & Série Limitée), Astier made a name for himself. Between '86 and '92, he recorded three albums of original French-language songs—woven from country-blues threads and delivered in a smoky voice.
Anchored to his Croix-Rousse stomping grounds with his Stratocaster in hand, Jack kept the Ganafoul adventure alive for one final French-language album. He released a single with CBS, then moved on to a string of solo projects and an album, eventually shearing off his long mane one evening before the full moon. He quietly refined his bluesy guitar artistry (what had he traded for that gift?), polished his French lyrics, and blended his love for Moroccan music with the sounds of the Louisiana bayous. Bernard docks his rugged *T.V.* barge in Besançon. Ever insatiable, he never tires of thrashing his drums behind local bands.
1991. On a moonlit night, GANAFOUL unleashed their sonic rockets at Le Glob in Lyon. During that lightning-bolt gig, the three forty-something heroes realized that a voodoo pact had bound them together for life—right there, by the canal.
When they reunited in 1998 at Le Transbordeur (Lyon) to celebrate GANAFOUL’s 20th boogie-anniversary, the mojo-charged electricity was palpable—and so were the fans.
Captured live, this gritty, generous concert celebrates a convergence of destinies and a raucous reunion: three trailblazers reconnecting with their pact, their unwavering audience, their musical heirs, their past, and their future!
There’s frenetic boogie-blues ("Nothing More"), a touch of funk with a bass solo ("I'm a King Bee," from the Stones' debut LP), and a hint of Ganafoul-style nostalgia with "Full Speed Ahead" and "Saturday Night." Special mention goes to "Crossroads," a tribute to Robert Johnson... and Cream.
My favorite tracks: "Nothing More," "I'm a King Bee."
And now, I’ll hand it over to Robert Lapassade, who served as their manager...
CROSSROADS (From Moonless Nights to Boogie)
Robert Johnson. On a moonless night in the 1930s, at a desolate crossroads somewhere between Highway 61 North and Highway 49 South, the genius from Hazlehurst reportedly struck a pact... "Crossroads Blues."
Givors, mid-seventies. At the intersection of the A7 and A42 motorways—in the industrial south of the Greater Lyon area—Jack Bon and Jean-Yves Astier, both from the Croix-Rousse district, saw their paths cross for the first time.
There, near the canal amidst the fumes of the steel industry, they locked horns and sold their souls to the boogie. *Boogie Chillen*.
"Sidérock"—that’s the name they gave to the sound of Ganafoul, a heavy rock outfit (a five-piece band at the time) born of their meeting with drummer Jean-Yves Rotacher.
In a France where the rock scene was waking up under the Giscard presidency—fired up by the furious marathons of Little Bob Story, ignited by Téléphone’s first Stones-esque scorcher, and finally hopping aboard the '77 train speeding in from London—Ganafoul and a handful of others boldly kept the blues-rock legend alive. Having evolved into a power trio shortly before Bernard Antoine took over the drum kit from Rotache, Ganafoul—standing in contrast to acts like Bijou or Starshooter—embodied a gritty, unkempt, "grease-stained" brand of rock.
The self-styled intelligentsia certainly never championed the trio. Undeterred, Ganaf' churned out "siderock" that thrilled denim-clad metalheads while devouring miles of French highway in their blue Citroën DS.
The band ran on an Australian-style 4/4 beat (Jack had been blown away by AC/DC at London’s Marquee Club in '76) while keeping Chuck Berry, Muddy Waters, and the Stones in the rearview mirror.
Then came a moonless night; perhaps a botched overtake, a missed curve... no one knows for sure. With tires worn by seven years on the road and five albums in the trunk, the band crashed right at the dawn of the 80s.
The three boot-wearing buddies never truly parted ways. Their destinies, sealed by the canal, diverged for only a few years.
Jean-Yves settled near Cahors. He picked up the guitar and carved out his own style beneath a straw hat. Whether solo, in a trio, or with a full band (Jean-Yves Astier & Série Limitée), Astier made a name for himself. Between '86 and '92, he recorded three albums of original French-language songs—woven from country-blues threads and delivered in a smoky voice.
Anchored to his Croix-Rousse stomping grounds with his Stratocaster in hand, Jack kept the Ganafoul adventure alive for one final French-language album. He released a single with CBS, then moved on to a string of solo projects and an album, eventually shearing off his long mane one evening before the full moon. He quietly refined his bluesy guitar artistry (what had he traded for that gift?), polished his French lyrics, and blended his love for Moroccan music with the sounds of the Louisiana bayous. Bernard docks his rugged *T.V.* barge in Besançon. Ever insatiable, he never tires of thrashing his drums behind local bands.
1991. On a moonlit night, GANAFOUL unleashed their sonic rockets at Le Glob in Lyon. During that lightning-bolt gig, the three forty-something heroes realized that a voodoo pact had bound them together for life—right there, by the canal.
When they reunited in 1998 at Le Transbordeur (Lyon) to celebrate GANAFOUL’s 20th boogie-anniversary, the mojo-charged electricity was palpable—and so were the fans.
Captured live, this gritty, generous concert celebrates a convergence of destinies and a raucous reunion: three trailblazers reconnecting with their pact, their unwavering audience, their musical heirs, their past, and their future!
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