Un monde à l'autre

A mixture of gasoline and cold metal, the music here seems to rumble across the asphalt like an engine revving at redline. The words are like graffiti on the walls: jagged, bold, but honest. Between the lines, there is not only smoke and street noise, but also fatigue from this race, a desire to emerge from the flow for at least a second, to stop living “by the clock” and just breathe.

Everything sounds bold, with playful images, like scenes from an action movie where the heroes are invulnerable, but deep in their pockets, their hearts are still hidden in holsters. And beneath this “vroom vroom” is not bravado, but a way to stay sane - to move from one world to another until life itself decides where the finish line is.