Lemoine, film and music director who has worked alongside artists such as Katy Perry, Lana Del Rey, and Rihanna, decided to carve his way into creating music under his alias, Woodkid. He could not have painted a more oblique picture, in the sense that the album is built up of pillars made of tribal drums, orchestral pop, acoustic guitars, and the recurring church bell. A kingdom has been fabricated out of the whims of Lemoine’s melodious and rich vocals, and the eerie cringes of the haunting violins.
“Tomorrow is another day / and you won’t have to hide away / you’ll be a Man, Boy! / But for now it’s time to run, it’s time to run!”
The album aches with lyrics wanting to be cherished. Woodkid uses the accompany of well-executed percussions to sweeten the midnight theatrical feel of the album. One sinks in the softness of his harmony in ‘Boat Song’, and can only raise a high sword in the passions of ‘Iron’.
Woodkid leaves the audience in a spell-bound trance, for The Golden Age is no walk in the park; in fact, it is a journey soundtracking your greatest triumph. Be prepared, for it is one hell of an adventure.