Miki, the French pop sensation of 2025
Without taboos or sacred cows, Miki tackles everything. It might seem brazen, but in reality, we see ourselves in her quirky stories. Her freedom of expression is causing a stir, and social media is buzzing to the point of unsettling some. This is the price of success today; she's accused of just about anything and everything: too young, too old, too privileged, too connected, too ubiquitous. Miki is supposedly just an "industry plant." This is the new catchphrase coined online to label young artists (from Billie Eilish to Theodora) who seem to break through too quickly for it to be genuine. It's unfair, but "graou," as she says, when something uncool happens to her, it's no big deal.
Riding high on the success of her EP and determined to defend her work, Miki is playing a string of sold-out concerts across France and spending the rest of her time in the studio working on her first album. For production, she's enlisted Tristan Salvati (Angèle), LUCASV (Disiz, Luther), and Canblaster (Club Cheval). Here again, Miki explores and returns to her notebooks to extract concrete autobiographical material, to which she adds her fantasy, her knack for catchy phrases, and her love for electronic music. She writes and composes new tracks where emancipated dolls, heartbreaks, perverse rabbits, and particles of feelings intertwine. With an overflowing imagination, which she likes to describe as "bordering on naive and unhealthy," Miki allows herself to sing what she may never have said aloud. This is the strength of her writing; she has the ambition to transform her experiences, and sometimes her traumas, into unidentified pop objects.
All that remained was to gather the fourteen tracks around a formula that would summarize this first album. One title to rule them all. So, as if to cut the grass from under their feet, turn the insult around, and tame what she greatly feared, Miki proudly names it: "industry plant."