In 2015, the duo recorded their first EP. In 2016, the album If The Wind followed, with a strong visual and sonic identity and tracks with imagery lyrics taking the listener into strange sepia-toned films. Three years later with Let Them Talk, the pair have taken it to the next level. Like the new LP, it's mixed and mastered by Jim Diamond (The White Stripes, The Dirtbombs, The Legendary Tigerman, etc.), who understands what the duo wants: a punchy sound, flirting with red.

Don't be fooled by the Blue in their name. These possessed ones don't only play the devil's music, even if we find it in chord grid or in spirit on many of their tracks. When asked about common influences, Ray and Oliv cite Led Zeppelin. The dented image of this old veteran of Seasick Steve also hovers over them. And Jack White is invoked for his seventies side and his love of the raw sound.

The inspiration, as the name of the group, are of the order of the spontaneous. The duo composes in studio while jamming. The same goes for the lyrics, at the risk of depressing the anxious of the blank page. "I note everything in a notebook. I have bits of sentences full of pockets. This time, they were written to the music, then we built a story."
And in these times when the horizon has shrunk, it's good to listen to these stories where screen junkies, lonely lumberjacks, speakeasy patrons or a certain Mr. Painkiller cross paths without ever meeting.

Born by chance, The Blue Butter Pot is a duo formed by Ray (vocals, guitar) and Oliv (drums). If we don't know when they had a diabolical meeting at the crossroad, they already played together in a fusion band in the early 2000s.
In their opinion, this third album is "a little more committed and pragmatic than the previous ones." But that's all that's changed, because at heart, they say, "We like the old sound with the newer sauce. Especially not electro!"

With Jim Diamond at the helm, Jewels & Glory is guaranteed to be free of synthesized tweaks, but with cowbell here and there, back and forth between muscular rock and dirty blues as we like it, forays into funk or the soundtrack of a Sergio Leone with Ray and Oliv in the lead roles, surrounded by a fine cast of guests. Like the previous ones, it was self-financed, with a quickly pulverized kitty ceiling... that's what it's like to keep an audience loyal thanks to about sixty concerts per year.

There are hymns to friendship in clandestine rads. Squeaky words about a world that no longer goes round. Even downright daring when The Blue Butter Pot proves that anything can still be said in song, as long as you play on the saucy and double entendre register of dirty blues.

We don't know yet what the next world will be like. But we want to have for our future adventures this organic, timeless and powerful sound, this rich voice like an old whisky and these tracks full of references that The Blue Butter Pot has appropriated with a great elegance.