Five years without her. Even more, seen from here. Two albums and a complete must have been lost on the way, since we are still No Paranoid, released in… 2011. Sad fate of the song of author of superior quality, we say to ourselves. She travels less. Let’s all celebrate this brilliant songwriting anthology, not only taut on the thin line between meaning and phoneme, but orchestrated more skilfully than ever, each time composing an appropriate decor. Juliette Nourredine plays it in her own way, tender and cruel at the same time. The cover and the duvet, a thwarted love song where one inside the other stubbornly refuses to enter, makes people laugh and grimace: “But what’s the use of Plato, Einstein or Marcel Proust / to understand how the duvet fits in the cover? ” Way jazzy In peppers, she slays alcoholics for good. In Blades, it makes an inventory of the sharp temptations to which humans most often succumb. Eleven new titles delight us and butcher us as well, with a Brel in addition.
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