On our shores, behind the Morricone flight. II, like a raft behind an ocean liner, a box arrives. The music of François de Roubaix. Less universally celebrated than a Delerue, a Francis Lai, or even a Michel Magne, this prolific supplier of soundtracks finally occupies its worthy place in the pantheon of Universal. Relative omission which can be explained. Abundantly gifted, François de Roubaix seemed to compose as a dabbler, between his expeditions as an insatiable adventurer – including a fatal scuba dive in 1975. His decade of recordings is no less fabulously rich. From cult plots for friends Mocky, Boisset, Enrico and other Melvilles to his TV credits of all kinds (Pepin the Bubble, Knights of Heaven, in particular), he accumulated in order to be able to leave, returned to bail out, left again. It was he, more than Funès, the one-man band in Korber’s film (the play The babies, it’s from him!). An awesome and free blond Viking. To rediscover.
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