Gilles Duhem
February 2002
It is often like this that the best records are made…tired of relying on other people, having been in various local bands in Texas, Salim and Faris Nourallah
realize that definitely one can only count on oneself. The two
multi-instrumentalists, with a good old eight-track,
lock themselves in their home-studio, decide to create
and record music which resembles to them the melodious and immediate pop
they've been obsessed with since the day Sergeant Pepper's
fell upon their ears. Fifty songs later, the two brothers do not
speak to each other but the first eponymous album of the Nourallah
Brothers is born nevertheless. And it is so much better, because it
would have been quite sad if this record, full of sentimental
little wonders, had remained in the state of project. Salim and Faris,
both songwriters and remarkable singers, create outstanding melodies
with irritating ease, that simple guitar(s)/bass/drums construction emphasize
(with well-placed keyboards touches). One thinks of the Kinks with an ounce of additional innocence, an apparent naivety which makes titles like
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