A kind of Jovanotti Alps, hippies and long hair, which gigioneggia with musique beyond the Alps. Go to bal musette, accordion tziganeggianti jazzatine and melodies, producing a minimal, almost in real time. The brushed drums and songs that hold up the hollow body guitares peep at Vian and Zaz (real name Isabelle), there embroidery melisma that do not fit in history. In France it became a case, some newspapers have incensed as the future incarnate, Les Inrockuptibles, and others cut off as the reigning trivia, and his "Je veux" was hoisted on all the radio as a signal anticonsumista. New flag to score a back craft or another mistake? Probably the truth lies, as often in the middle: the girl is Bravin, the voice is so so, the minimalist production and the final product was carefully designed polite, but there's little genius. Less free-range and deployed large Femmouzes T (by the way, their "On parle de Parite" is really a hymn), less intriguing of the various Keren Ann or Françoiz Breut, the Zaz seems a little 'sister francophone Amparanoia. Good pace, rhythm and style, a midfielder from your feet as soon as discreet, but little ingenuity. For us, forties, or would Tresor Giresse, not Platini.
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