Totally ignorant of French Rock, they define themselves as children of the 90’s, swamped with the Pixies, Weezer, Beasties Boys, Oasis, Red Hot. As a result, their groovy rock, rough and plain, plays with the recipies of success ; a beautiful voice which has slightly abused of cigarettes and alcohol, and above all, tonns and tonns of feelings.
The album moves off like a mustang whose engine roars and whose tyres are screeching : “Carrie Bradswhaw”, or the gimmicks that sticks to your head when drunkly hitting home after a party.
After that, the whole thing goes crazier and crazier : “She’s so magic”, tribute to the Kinks, even if the guitar riff was not intentional at all !
Then “Lick”, “Out of my head”, the titles follow one another spontaneously and with efficiency. Everything tells of emergency, like lyrics written in the truck while touring, or the guitar riffs gotten last minute at the end of the sound check !
“Lick” = 32 mn non stop !!!
Hard to say more without mentioning the music standards, because, what we have here, this album, recorded between Bordeaux, Bergerac and Paris is quite standard as well. But what an unfailing freshness !
