While the two iconic rappers tartignoles their nullity pretend to smash the face, shot in profile surfriqués parking Miami, Youssoupha, the "lyricist Bantu", installs his quiet wise poet of the street supremacy on the French rap aligning perfect album on perfect album. When I saw him recently, I did not recognize: a radical digester and brainy became scalp together with a little fat, like a father who moves more than minivan and whose only concern is to find a parking space at the corner ... Lidl show the brats that Dad is not a slacker! Before family responsibilities, Youssoupha had made about him by taking to Zemmour designating just theorist of fascism as "of good quality" to silence ... there was confusion: it was not until literally ... the other patrouillotiste has figured we wanted to bring him down and took the opportunity to make an offended trial as a vulgar Madame de Fontenay in the hat that one might cast a bronze. Pathetic character, indeed! It is beautiful the porter of Masculinism! Besides, even the Weasel is courageous. Youss speaks a bit in the song "death threats" but without vainglory while the other has actually had to swallow his string tonsure: there was no reason to continue beyond this ridiculous pettifogging that is fachisants trademark of horns, they are called jean-marie, or nostril Zeric ... If Youssoupha existed only through this litigation, it would more than a cliché in rap (not just French) who is full and we just conclude that the truth still accommodates a very bad time with good quality in force in our stinking media society, the very one that Zemmour repeatedly denounced but in which it can continue to snort his leisure hatreds. The purpose of Youss throughout this disc, and generally proves rather more elaborate than a polemic, full of verve and "Africanist" both in severity in a lightness that has nothing futile. The whole album is full of vigor constantly reaffirmed as the parade pieces, never hate or attack (otherwise consciences and sad realities) ... just saying things, well recta, without fear, without insults Free and not intended, but with his character, his ideas, his teasing, his blackness in revolt even against those who should be the promoters, but often (given recent African history) dirty the full complicity with their former masters (see "Black Desire" and "Life is Beautiful", both the darkest songs on the album). Muslim claimed, Youssoupha did the same with religions including Islam, clicking their deviances clear: "I prefer an atheist who behaves like a believer a believer that behaves like a bastard", not to mention the crimes of some Catholic priests "on all fours on a kid" ... no room for show or releases without consciousness in Youssoupha appoints Evil simply and without a shadow of a fascination as some of his fellow students who can meet other obscenities. This ethnic affirmation rap instead Youssoupha very clear of his congeners, usually for less brutalized by their hatred, their ignorance, their facilities or their fresh fame. This subtle blend of strength and accessibility is a sign of maturity. While dancing in this album. Additional voice is heard there (African or Oriental) drifting Asian urbanism sounds that evoke Bjork, but also refers Queen, mention William Sheller and Charles Ingalls ... proof that the soul of his black skin is also from home. This is certainly not a betrayal of his past, or I do not know what posture unnecessarily threatening anyway without political opportunities. It would have been easy for him to dig a furrow made polemics or poses, speak of a child other than his own that was obviously no unhappy (he made good studies) evoke a suburb with the words of forced Chapter of the area to continue to make a sinister myth, snapping challenges Jean Gab1 or M.Pokora, just to ooze tweets ... or even invite Sheila to come grow old rumba his father ( Tabu Ley Rochereau, the great Congolese musician) history to be invited in first class on the couch of druck on Sunday afternoon, sanctifying the approximation extreme to reassure grannies ... well you know the recipe. Instead, Youssoupha puts back less clever back of his co-religionists and those who point their religious radicalism to justify their absolute exclusion discourse. On a purely artistic level, rather than simply to sting sounds, he rounded up real musicians (with keyboard, guitar, xylophone and cellos) focuses on original compositions to the stack samples (there are very few) works his texts "between the desire to gester and urgency" (a good literary program) fucks choirs tampered with childish voice ventured even to the tube ("Dreaming" with the voice of Bollywood Indila ) and we are committed to "to blow the claps" without boumboumer in your face! That said, I do not know if his intelligence, lucidity and kindness are new to the genre he practices (note the oxmo syndrome puccino the rapper for sores and MC Solaar, the rapper to zozos) but at least it belongs the level without the usual greetings to decorous tics of French culture erected, he versum ad in universal laws! It feels good.
