{"product_id":"gwendoline-kriek_cest-a-moi-ca-vinyl_2024_lad","title":"C'EST A MOI CA (vinyl)","description":"Gwendoline’s music doesn’t give a damn. It has no agenda. It tries nothing, they say it to anyone who will listen, you just have to listen. Everyone will hear what they want in 'C'est à moi, ça', the new album from the two Brest-based artists signed to Born Bad. Some would want them to be Joy Division, Noir Boy George, Bruit Noir, Ventre de Biche, Les Bérurier Noir. They'd want their wave to be cold, trashy, dark... but that's not their problem. Misunderstandings can kill in this business, for pity's sake, let's leave these two alone. To sing about booze to this extent, it's no longer self-hatred that guides their steps, it's cultural. It's a social acquisition; they have every right to shit on Rennes when the suits on gyropods stole their favorite bars there. It's truly an insider's thing to think they're depressed; just listen to 'Le sang de papa et maman' to understand which artesian well they draw the stagnant pastis from that gushes from this album. There are songs that let themselves be sung because there's room for us in them. Gwendoline doesn't calculate anything; if it screams simply like at a football match, it's not to fill stadiums, it's because it came out that way. So we shout that we too want to \"meet them at the PMU at eight in the morning, to retire on a moped, with all our friends.\" Their past anthem, taken from \"Après c'est gobelet,\" has a few cousins on the album, notably \"Rock 2000\" or \"Pinata.\" It may be less elaborate than year 01 as a revolution, but it will do for Pierre Barrett and Mickaël Olivette, two magnificent lost souls for whom \"the end of the world began when they were born.\" It's less written than Pascal Bouaziz, but as they assert, \"writing like Baudelaire, they don't give a damn.\" And fundamentally: they speak the terms. Those of Nutriscore Z France like Zemmour. Their language tastes like a damp coaster and smells of a microphone tired of living in the drawer of a bar-tabac counter. They pronounce their R's as if to spit on everything, because everything deserves it: Meetic, holiday clubs, the generation before, the one after, low-cost living, chicken kibble, brain-eating trash TV, \"people who know how to speak.\" And themselves, no doubt, because they have better things to do than develop socially responsible plans in their record. And we want to agree, not to choose, not to know. They don't understand why, after years of bad luck, wonderful people want to take selfies with them, why suddenly, \"every night is the party of the year.\" And it's not going to get any better with this new album conceived as a duo at home, literally recorded at the very end of things, in Finistère. The dark, radical, and unpretentious instrumentals (Jake and Romain, guitar - keyboards) give a leg up to Pierre and Micka, complementary bodies to spew on everything, with an exceptional sense of phrasing. It's not their fault if we love them, and that already annoys them. We love them because their anger is just. We no longer have the luxury of nuance when everything tastes like sweet butter that's gone bad.","brand":"Gwendoline Kriek","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":55310242742616,"sku":null,"price":23987421.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0898\/4943\/0360\/files\/3521381580358_96aa8ad6-0c49-4be7-a9ae-170d20b1cac1.jpg?v=1760318532","url":"https:\/\/vinyles.com\/en-us\/products\/gwendoline-kriek_cest-a-moi-ca-vinyl_2024_lad","provider":"Vinyles.com","version":"1.0","type":"link"}