Rarely French pop record has been so watched. Three years after the Great, double epic and dark album that had propelled Biolay far ahead of its fellow singers, so here's Revenge, which was warlike as the name: it would rather love, that of others and life who lives his fourteen beaches. So far evacuate immediately the comparison with the previous album, irrelevant. What is striking here is first musical break: pop, rap, romantic ballads and songs more "variety" rub shoulders with no apparent consistency. It is then the vocal development of a archi sensual performer, almost crooning. As if Biolay, comfortable in his art and his voice assumed all his desires, including some light songs (Love my love, treasury bills), and luxury partners (Oxmo Puccino, Carl Barat, Vanessa Paradis ...).
In this unbridled exercise, all songs do not have the same force. The most striking? Under the frozen lake, enigmatic as a dream or a nightmare. Vengeance (and its Spanish declination Venganza), in the very poisonous lyricism. And not regret anything in which the sudden irruption of Orelsan after four minutes of polished pop, sounds like a blast. With each listen, she caught us.