When I listen to The Dustman Dilemma (mainly their first two albums), some of the musical passages transport me to a harbour tavern where the locals are backing a strange orchestra.
With Nicolas' solo music, I imagine that a man has left the tavern and is walking in the drizzle, deep in thought. Everything is intimate, sometimes more mournful, sometimes more luminous. He sings to himself, his voice barely rising in his throat. An inner walk through the mind of its creator.
