Before launching this first career album, the author-composer-producer and performer Sophia Bel offered two EPs, princess of the dead (volumes 1 and 2), the title being the nickname given to him in high school. Born into emo rock and pop-punk, the young musician takes on the codes of the genre, her simple guitar riffs and punchy refrains (from All Fucking Weekend in the opening), its teenage themes pissed off against the suffocating life, but treating this popular genre with a look as soft as it is modern. It is, in its very essence, pop-punk song, but orchestrated in the manner of electropop (the rhythmic rhythm machine and the synths of the catchy You’re not Real You’re Just a Ghost and of I don’t need my space) or, conversely, acoustic pop-rock on Everything I Touch Falls Apartvaguely country on I Won’t Bite. While the pop-punk of Avril Lavigne or Sum 41 seems to want to make a comeback, Sophia Bel dusts off these influences to offer a singular pop album whose pleasure increases with use.
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