Pas en vivant avec son chien

Description

2nd album and we discover in Magyd's text an unknown element. It's black humor. He speaks to us candidly about his adolescence: a wound held for a long time: "I sit on a bench, I read Libé, two or three thugs approach and call me a faggot, a queer or a fairy... I don't care, I'm reading." He lets loose, and this confession elevates him. He references the entire range of French reggae perfume titles, from the Caribbean to the thick and heavy skies. He summons brass, derboukas, and acoustic guitars. He wants to bring together sounds that rarely greet each other in everyday life. People move and export the sound system of the world to places that aspire to astonishment.