Critique magazine

It was not expected and it appeared, twelfth album of a singer discreet but ultimately prolix, which traces its way into the media asceticism. Disk surprise, therefore, not surprising that issued it and a pretty fascinating fragrance. It is such that Manset himself, the minimum and repetitive melodies, plaintive and haunting vocals. Freed rock temptations that had weighed down lately, reviving the hypnotic songs of six or eight minutes, where voice, sometimes pushed to the brink of collapse, urges us in our turn in its swirl of intoxicating and refined words. Manset said, sings, demand in catchy petitions, "But where is it? But where is it? "And we follow, sometimes in spite of ourselves, angry with a world that frightens, nostalgic of a lost or otherwise fantasized. Amazonian dream but anguished nightmare mechanical cities: the album opens with a song written for Bashung (Like a Lego) and the version given Manset is even more taut, powerful albeit fragile - powerful as fragile. A 63-year-old man who was long distant with his cold song is suddenly very close. Surprisingly moving.