Alright, let’s dive into this hidden gem of an album—Ailes Supervol by Bernard Gray. Released way back in 1979 in France, it’s one of those albums that feels like finding a dusty treasure in some forgotten corner of a thrift store. The genre? Stage & Screen. Yep, the kind of music that makes you feel like you’re either walking onto a movie set or floating through a dreamy montage sequence.
First up, “Supervol.” Oh man, this track hits hard right outta the gate. It’s got this sweeping orchestral vibe mixed with these sharp, almost cinematic synths—it grabs your attention and doesn’t let go. You can practically picture someone running across a tarmac toward a plane as dramatic clouds roll in behind them (maybe that’s just me?). What sticks with me about “Supervol” is how alive it feels, like every note has its own heartbeat. There’s no pretense here; it’s raw emotion wrapped in a soundscape that screams late ‘70s French flair. I mean, who wouldn’t want to crank this at full volume while pretending they’re starring in their own life movie?
Then there’s “Aile (Thème Du Championnat Du Monde).” This one’s different but equally unforgettable. It’s slower, more reflective, like watching the sun dip below the horizon after a long day. But don’t get me wrong—it still packs a punch. There’s something so triumphant yet bittersweet about it, especially when those strings kick in. It reminds me of victory laps, not the flashy ones, but the quiet moments when you realize you’ve made it against all odds. Like, wow, this isn’t just background music for championships—it’s the soundtrack to resilience itself.
What gets me most about Ailes Supervol is how personal it feels despite being instrumental. It’s not trying too hard to impress anyone—it just exists, bold and unapologetic, like Bernard Gray sat down and said, “Here’s what I feel, take it or leave it.” And honestly? I’d take it any day.
It blows my mind that this came out under "Not On Label." Feels fitting though, doesn’t it? Like the album refuses to be boxed in by rules or expectations. Almost poetic, really.
So yeah, if you ever stumble upon Ailes Supervol, give it a spin. Just don’t blame me if you start imagining yourself in black-and-white film scenes or randomly bursting into slow-motion sprints down empty streets. Weird thing is, listening to this album kinda makes you wonder… did Bernard Gray know he was creating magic, or was he just winging it? Either way, we’re lucky he did.
