Cette Soirée Là

Ever since Bass learned how to destroy furniture, parties haven't been the same. The air vibrates, glasses clink, and someone in the corner pretends they've just come in “for a minute.” But here, everything is classic: a couple of phrases in French, a little bragging, a touch of self-irony - and the room is already bubbling like champagne in a warm bath.

The music doesn't ask for attention, it takes it. The rhythm runs through the body like a good compliment - slightly cheeky, but damn pleasant. People don't dance here - they commit minor acts of madness with a look on their faces that says, “I don't know anything, it's all the bass.” And, to be honest, no other scenario is needed.