Like the name almost suggests, the music of Powerdove plays between the contrasts of land. It is a caress in a thunderstorm, a lullaby whispered in chaos, a sweetness on rough terrain. The soft and incredibly sure voice of Annie Lewandowski passes, unaffected by shock, surprises, and epilepsies by Thomas Bonvalet, who hammers his instruments.
Those who find listening interesting will discover there is even more to see. Annie looks to the distance. She is there without really being there, allowing people to pass through her like a covered passageway. And Thomas, immersed in his instruments, plays like he is battling them, a joyful and playful fight. The contrast is striking, a discreetly magnificent moment.