Haute tension

Everything here is built on repetition - as if the street itself sets the rhythm, and phrases turn into percussion. ‘Ce n'est pas normal’ sounds like an accusation, then like a mantra, followed by a pulsating groove that doesn't ask for permission: your feet move on their own.

The music here is reminiscent of a chaotic evening in the neighbourhood - noisy, bold, with a touch of danger and irony. The words ‘voyou’ and “bandit” are delivered not with heavy pathos, but with a light, almost mocking tone. The result is a strange mixture of protest and party: it seems that everything is wrong, ‘not normal,’ but that is precisely where its normality lies - in the movement, the beat, and the endless ‘ça bouge tout seul.’