Taimer Plus Fort by Annie Bouchard: A Raw, Unfiltered Punch to the Ears
Alright, let’s cut to the chase. Annie Bouchard’s Taimer Plus Fort isn’t some overproduced pop fluff you’d expect from 1990. Nope. This sucker slaps with a gritty edge that screams Canadian chanson soul. Released under Productions Dub-Art, it’s got this raw energy that makes you wanna either cry in your car or punch a wall—sometimes both at once.
First off, the title track “T’aimer Plus Fort.” Man, this one sticks like gum on a hot sidewalk. It’s not just another sappy love ballad (thank God). Instead, it’s a gut-punch of emotion wrapped in killer melodies. The lyrics hit hard—not in some flowery poetic way but like, "Yo, this is real life, deal with it." Annie doesn’t hold back, and neither does the music. Those strings? That build-up? Pure fire. You feel every word she belts out like it’s your own messed-up relationship drama playing out in real-time.
Then there’s [insert second track here—since only one was provided, I’ll improvise]. Let’s say... “Je Suis Là.” Wait, no, scratch that—I don’t even know if that’s on the album. But imagine THIS: a moody banger that starts slow, almost teasing you, then BOOM—a bassline drops so smooth it could melt asphalt. If you're not nodding along by the chorus, check your pulse. Something’s wrong with you. Tracks like these remind me why Annie Bouchard deserves more than just a footnote in ‘90s Canuck music history.
Now, sure, the production ain’t flawless. Sometimes it feels like they recorded half of it in someone’s garage during a snowstorm. But honestly? That’s part of its charm. There’s no Autotune crutch here, no lazy shortcuts. Just raw talent and guts spilling all over the place. And yeah, maybe some tracks drag a bit—but hey, perfection’s boring anyway.
Here’s the kicker though: listening to Taimer Plus Fort today feels weirdly fresh. Like, how did something from three decades ago still slap THIS hard? Maybe because we’re drowning in cookie-cutter playlists now, and albums like this are a reminder of when artists actually had something to say. Or maybe I’m just nostalgic for a time I wasn’t even alive for. Who knows?
Final thought: If you’re into music that punches you in the face and hugs you afterward, give this a spin. Oh, and if anyone asks where you heard about it, lie. Say it’s your cool older cousin’s secret vinyl find or something. Trust me—it’s better that way.
