Two years after being crowned “Female Artist of the Year” at the Gala de l’ADISQ, and after winning four Félix awards for her previous album “L’étoile thoracique,” Klô Pelgag is back with a life-saving new album, “Notre-Dame-des-Sept-Douleurs,” out on April 17 via Secret City Records. The album artwork is a portrait by French painter Florence Obrecht. The album is now available for pre-order,click here. Klô will give a concert in Montréal on October 23 at MTelus, before performing in Paris on December 1st. Tickets for the MTelus show will go on sale April 1st. More tour dates will be announced shortly, as well as the details about the Paris date.
Today, Klô Pelgag also shares a short documentary explaining the genesis of this new record, as well as the main inspiration behind its creation—the village of Notre-Dame-des-Sept-Douleurs, and the alternate version of it that Klô imagined as a child. This documentary directed by Baz was shot last December.
Klô: “Notre-Dame-des-Sept-Douleurs is a place that exists geographically, but it’s also a place that exists in my mind. When I was a child, we’d pass by the sign announcing the village while travelling from Sainte-Anne-des-Monts to Rivière-Ouelle. Every time I saw it, I averted my eyes and shivered in horror. That name terrified me. I imagined a dying village with sad houses, empty streets and creaky chairs still rocking with the memory of deserters.
And now, after many years of overwork, I found myself exactly in that place. In the middle of all my anxieties, not knowing anymore who I was, taking hits and hating myself more than anyone else. A thick fog settled in my head, with black, opaque skies. I now lived on this island that I built or imagined on my own. I was lying in the dark on the bed of the rainbow (couchée dans le noir sur le lit de l’arc-en-ciel).
Then in August 2019, while I was starting to get my bearings back, I decided to visit Notre-Dame-des-Sept-Douleurs, the village. The initial thing I discovered was quite meaningful: it’s actually an island. I took the ferry and arrived in an idyllic place. A village with dirt roads and no more than 35 inhabitants, whose souls haven’t been perverted or spoiled by mankind. A village with no grocery store or gas station. A superb place. With trees and flowers, a lighthouse, colourful wooden houses, and fish whose flesh was so pure it went beyond my definition of the colour ‘pink.’
Slowly, I went through the village I imagined as a child, and I hope to never go back there. Now, I’ll go to the real Notre-Dame-des-Sept-Douleurs, where I’ll eat fish that smells like the river and whose colour bemuses me.”
October 23rd @MTelus, Montreal
December 1st, Paris
February 21st 2021 @ Imperial Bell, Quebec