No time to get scared. The first larsen, the first scream. And the fog made of sweat and dubious breaths landed again.
Hardcore, indeed.
Oldschool, without a doubt.
And sung in french, if the bits I caught didn't lie.
A show really intense, energy dripping from the (absence of) stage, from the (small) crowd, from everywhere.
The music was nervous more than heavy, but, as promised, oldschool enough to make you wanna dance (which is maybe the main difference between the old and the new).
I got convinced.
I got the cd. At a price so low that my memory lost the track of it. No name, a good old burnt cd with the name of the band badly hand written. Mike Tyson on the cover, no silk screen limited edition or pink vinyl. Straight to the point, or, as the third song starts: "Ma main dans ta gueule".
I didn't expected more than the concert. And at first, I was right. Nice decent hardcore, as nervous as on stage, 11 songs in 15 minutes, good breaks, good sing-along parts, anger in the voice, energy in the riffs.
Sounds like a normal hxc album.
But after listening to it few times, I started to notice the lyrics. Sentences cut in the middle, words, from here and there, not enough to get an idea of what the songs were about.
And at first, I confess I felt glad about it. Sometimes, I'd rather not know what a song called "Députés... des putes" is about. Let's stick to the music, and I won't be disappointed.
But the more I listened to it, the more words I got. Almost full sentences, after a while. A rhyme. "BCBG" with "Blessé léger". Not bad, not bad at all.
So I got the lyrics. Some of them, because it seems the album I listened to is a mixture of the various albums, splits, EPs you can find on their site.
Not exactly what Rilke would write, but there are good rhymes, nice play on words and moreover, a really specific writing. Laps, shortcuts, ellipsis like in the oral language; but too carefully disposed to be pure coincidence.
"J'écris comme je parle" as they say themselves.
I don't think so. It seems like they write as they speak. The lyrics are immediate but clever, efficiently rude, quite catchy, and well integrated in the music. A bit like hip-hop, even if their sound doesn't have anything to hip-hop.
They cite Lunatic as one of their influence, and I start to understand why (Besides, in both case, seul le crime paie...).
So, if you have the opportunity to listen to the music, don't hesitate. If you can see them on stage, even better. And if you read french, get the lyrics, especially the .txt files you can get on the site, because the content is wild, the medium is wild, and the form (the spelling and the the words are disposed) is also pretty wild.
Wild and sincere, in the end, that's what it's all about.
Conflict Maestria Blogspot (you can download the music, the lyrics, etc.)
