A new album Vive La Fete promises always little catchy tunes from the first listen. And leads to the use of words like jingle. Resurrects words. And explores the magic of reflections not so incongruous. "Never. Never. Never. When I get up. I think again. Because it's wrong." And now, you had already thought of that yourself?
Finkielkraut outraged by fidgeting with excitement but Vive La Fete, is poetry in the first degree bar ket. "I am angry with you, what a little heart you. I am angry with you, and my big heart you have." Inevitably, read with the Parisian accent, it sounds silly. But the voice Pynoo Els is the only solution to flamoutches between tinkering and Wallin and proof that the Flemish accent may also invite to sinful thoughts. (Because obviously, always, see Brigitte Grouwels ill will discuss with French plan on the neck Vrebos is less sexy than Monica Bellucci slowly unpacking text.)
The se (x) nsuelle blonde Els might be an attractive weight for the group, his mentor Danny Mommens looks a little jealous, actually. After a nice Surprise Attack and a proposal for a threesome on People's Republic, we explicitly offered his companion on Nighter , hiding behind her bare leg on Grand Prix to finish by reminding us about Lucky day that is nice but it is still he who holds it by the balls.
And Lucky day invited guitars and pulled away from the simplistic and electro kitsch. Result, it starts as Paint it black and ends with a Polnareff électroïsé but not enough. Less talkative but multilingual (German and English), and therefore less attractive. "Better" musically: maybe. So says the formula. But the poetry of the showman Els riffs befitting less than electronics. And now his "If I make a stir" in Nonsense sounds like the Chouchou Gad Elmaleh and despite the good times when you regret even a little Machine Sublime button or not. "If you want to watch it does not bother me. You saw him, you want it but the stuff is mine. For what ------- -------- not?" Tit tou tou tou tou Khartoum.
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