MON TOUT PETIT ÇA À MOI S'EST DÉVOILÉ AU GRAND JOUR QUAND J'AI SU LE VOIR SANS LUNETTE

Description

These are three boys who are not trendy, stuck on truck seats or wooden instruments, who, after two introductory EPs [24615, 378], take another step in their intricate and electric explorations, a step, or even two feet, considering the 50 minutes of the record, which can indeed be called an album, an album, or an odyssey, an odyssey of a language, always [almost] without language, if we disregard [but can we?] this long title-tirade, linking the seven tracks into one, tearing each word from the explorations to finally complete itself, throughout the journey, sometimes rocky, cramped, sometimes airy, magical. sometimes silky or abrasive. but also and above all, a bit of all that at once, because it must be seen that Ça is not content with implementing a little mathematics to flatter the egos of musician-technicians, Ça composes and sublimates them to make their essence spring forth, which, certainly, will not mate with all ears, but which will be destined to bewitch the others. While being less serious than that.