God Blesse

Description

I want nuclear, I want to have sex on my grave, Massoud, WTC, the Dijon native Damien Saez doesn't hold back when it comes to hitting where it hurts. At 25, he returns with a second album (double, about thirty tracks), a kind of battle horse and Trojan that he rides bareback to try to infiltrate the general public and confirm the success of the previous one. His words don't beat around the bush, sometimes oscillating between skin-deep writing and a lesson quickly given. His music touches on all styles (modern rock, ragged song, symphonism) and his voice, which often evokes that of the great Brel, remains his best asset.
With real means provided by this major label that Bertrand Cantat recently criticized on the set of the Victoires, Saez asserts himself as a strange bird in the French pop landscape, his undeniable uniqueness revealing itself as his primary quality. "God Blesse" is a commendable and ambitious record that definitely makes you want to see him soar even higher.