Piaf meets Arletty at Renaud

Atmosphere? Atmosphere? You find that it has a flow of atmosphere Karimouche the miss (and not with the elbow)? If atmosphere there, besides its label, it is that at the time told with glibness and banter like a Parisian titi Lyon who was seeking his diction while rap - ragga in the suburbs say difficult. A Arletty Sarcelles (Atmosphere and its comprehensive charter for Bamako), in a way, a distant cousin of Lady Saw, his little beret and baguette (well a country, or fungi, if any) under the arm . Kingston with a red cross.

As a Diams that the top of its tower would tell what happens under his window without playing mothers morals, without unnecessary watering between self-irony and wry observation on everyone. On the disco I Speak Too Karimouche is no secret: it's stronger than she, she speaks as she breathes, and when you see how fast and flexibility with which it delivers its moods are would wonder when she is almost even, time to breathe. A discreet accordion here and there, a xylophone, all you need to create that famous urban atmosphere, and his words franchouillard ageless found turning a rhyme (which also says the XXIst mornifle Century?).

You will say, the French reggae, okay, we begin to have supper, not the best. But rather than classifying Karimouche in this category typically hexagonal, it is rather in the tradition of French chanson smart, heady and kids should be put away Miss Mouche, both the musical world is primarily up to the Small Service life vignettes (as Firmin over which hung the shadow of Piaf loving granny). She said herself, she can sing and Cloclo Renaud and it is true that there is the singer of Wild cheutron in this way to ask small poetic and dramatic stories that seem to nothing but really well woven.