The album is as sad as the head of its author. We often seem to hear Julien Doré imitating (without talent) Benjamin Biolay, who himself imitated (without engineering) Serge Gainsbourg (itself having been heavily influenced by Boris Vian). The copy of the copy eventually lost all luster. Belching painfully loudspeakers, production never takes off, we often wonder if we are not listening to the demos. To conclude -this remark also address many other album- why invite individuals (as Yvette Horner in this album) except for hiding in the depths of a musical bric brac without interest. There is no longer music marketing is done.
