For Flavien Berger, “The snow will remain pink / It is the reflection of fire / Filtered by the clouds”. These few words nonchalantly expelled by the French singer-songwriter in a flow almost grated for The eyes, the rest, the opening track of his latest album, perfectly reflect his psychedelic poetic universe. From Leviathan in 2015, then Against-time three years later, the virtuoso of machine chords and onomatopoeia continues to take his listeners on a journey through the bowels of unconventional, phenomenal, strange, disconcerting, whimsical, catchy tracks… all of this at the same time. In a hundred years is thus a set of a dozen high-flying pieces in which Flavien Berger literally absorbs us, perhaps imprisons us, within a capsule suspended out of time. The melancholy of sunnyfor example, clashes with the infernal and nevertheless excellent 666666a form of arithmetic sequence echoing its previous ones 88888888 And 999999999. There is also the eponymous title which is experienced at length, with a pleasurable euphoria.
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