I like this black dandy with his dark world, charged with poetry ash smell of sulfur. B Biolay is an artist, a hypnotist vrai.Cet the velvet voice with murderous sentences and burning desire disorder, is a rebellious raw romance, peppered with shards of pure love. I like the duality of his universe, truth without disguise his being imposed It does not share that with little very few singers of his generation. It slips into our souls, in our bodies. THE SUPERB has this poisonous charm, this gambler love, a brand Dostoiëvski.Ses phrasings are bewitching as a voodoo ritual. This winning, bordering on trance makes me tremble with happiness.
