You, you're not of my band!

Initiative also incongruous that "Pagny sings Brel", "the band Renaud" rather coldly demonstrates that the financial crisis also affects the "big" names in French song. For who better than could resume Coeur de Pirate "Mistral Winner" and transform a song entered the collective sentimental heritage and dripping syrupy masquerade? They are all there, the singers in a lung, Bénabarbe head, Carla Bruni (c'te joke), Jean-Louis Abert and his double prepubescent Raphael.

I'm hard, certainly, but Renaud is strong because it is part of a time he speaks to the heart of the kids (and old) at that time, where the bottom outweighed form. As said Renaud himself: "You, you're not my band, snack you you stink, and walk in the shade!" (Well, it is not, this, moment of clarity?).

Having listened to the end this cake, there is little that HFT saves in extremis this crap of contempt. Look, I go listen to the album "Morgane de toi", it will calm down ...