"Above all, above all, do not be yourself!", The intro of this warning "Magnum" could not be clearer: this album is a disc where Katerine advance masked, or rather where it abandoned (well ! some say ...) any depth, where he sacrifices this deeply distressing aspect of his earlier works best when it was still scratching his own neuroses - to the embarrassment, until the blood - under cover a provocative schoolboy humor. "Magnum" is also the celebration of an innocent enough time to fun kitsch, that of the late 70s, so in a kind of total artistic nothingness, in which Katerine fleet with an undeniable pleasure. Oh, the texts are intelligent, sometimes even exciting, and if they seem less immediately personal, they are always perfectly in tune with our times, such as in these challenges "genre" that starts here Katerine. Where the bottom lies for me in "Magnum" is in the poverty of musical inspiration, which they quickly feel Katerine recycle a pair of ad libidum ideas, exacerbated by poverty brilliant production, but monolithic, repetitive, of Sebastian, who do not manage to transcend the original concept (quotations from a bygone era, turned into empty shell) to bring about a real music.
