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In boxing there are punchers and technicians; ditto for poetry.
Nonstop seeks the knockout in each sentence. Road Movie en
béquilles (Road-movie on crutches) is a record that
leaves you literally groggy.
Oscillating between dark and delusional
urban poetry, taking rhythms from hip-hop and techno, Nonstop
is an open mike
to madness. But let’s be clear, we’re not just
dealing with the umpteenth singer stuttering his profound
discontentment. With his fully assumed southern sharp accent
from Toulouse, Frédo Roman talks, chants, spits his
words and sings at the top of his lungs over intermixed samples,
loops and beats that are more or less heavy or groovy.
Though dark, the lyrics however do not fall into a deep,
off-putting defeatism because their author makes light use
of language, juggles with his own words, and thus avoids
taking himself too seriously. Admittedly very tense, he has
had the good idea not to lose his sense of humor. To be brief,
it sounds like an explosive combination of Michaux and Coluche.
And if his liveliness is incisive, sharp and abrupt, Frédo
Roman’s trashy and cynical humour allows him to distance
himself from the darkness he depicts, to take a blow on the
head without feeling any pain…
Produced by Arnaud Michniak,
Road-movie en béquilles
falls within the scope of Programme while moving away from
it… Musically one can identify the reference to old
school rap or indie rock, energetically under the influence
of the beat. Melodies for the damned on survival rhythms;
all in all crystal clear hit-songs.
On stage, Nonstop is backed
by Richard Roman - Frédo’s
brother – on bass guitar and Den’s Degiovanni
on drums, both of them former members of Diabologum, Renan
Guilcher on guitar as well as Dj Vener, virtuoso of the epileptic
scratch.
All of which promises a fire flood, a frogs downpour,
a sonic apocalypse!
Speaking of the end of the world, predicting
it, one ends up with the impression that it has already occured.
One can
easily picture Nonstop running and yelling its lyrics with
the apocalypse on its tail.
A hole into space-time filled
with terrified laughter.
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