Odieu, Jeff Bodart, Long Live The Party

The black loves ofO god

Unclassifiable artist. As he himself proclaims “Where to put me in the Electro shelves. Rock. Song. Classic”. Since his debut in 1982, Didier Kengen (aka Odieu) has been collecting superlatives. But on the radio waves, Odieu is not really bludgeoned. It is true that between 0'34 and 6'21, his compositions are not really in the current caliber. And in the record store bins, we had to wait five years to have this new album in our hands. Punk excess was abandoned for electro-acoustic music, recorded "at home", with the help of friends like Joseph Racaille (Alain Bashung) on ​​arrangements, DJ Deenasty on scratches and the dough of Jean-Marie Aerts ( TC Matic, Arno) on production. But the texts are still as polished. Real little gems at the edge of irreverence. The ear takes pleasure in bypassing all the curves of the language and getting lost in double meanings. Eroticism is of course present. Like this “let me get lost deep inside you” (Aquarium) or this “no more wet person, no more hard-on person” (Nothing to wax). However, it would be hasty to classify “Black Love” as solely copulatory art. In this album, Odieu revisits all the variants of the feeling of love in tatters: solitude (Belle soir), disappointment (Cœur Brûlé), exclusion (Paulo), old age (Hélène), or the certainty of the impossible ( I'm waiting) which closes this opus with a simple observation, all in all universal, “My beating heart tells me: you're being unreasonable”. Not quite the last piece. Because Odieu couldn't help but add, as a “bonus track”, a “glory to my bank”, in the form of a street rhyme, as corrosive as it is brief. (“Black loves”, Odieu, Franc’Amour / Sowarex)

You're nothing or you're someone” Jeff Bodard

Would this fourth album demonstrate a certain rediscovered tranquility? “I don't hope so, it's not for me” replies Jeff Bodart, laughing, he who, on stage, cannot stay in place for more than 2 minutes 30 and loves to climb the poles of the marquees. But “I don’t like making two albums that are the same.” The orchestration is, therefore, softer, jazzier, undoubtedly more homogeneous as well. Alongside his two old accomplices Pierre (Julio) Gillet and Olivier Bodson, the little guy Jeff was indeed fully involved. “I rolled up my sleeves. I played the guitar, the harmonica, the keyboard and even the choirs… Before I had choirs as long as the Danube. Now the choirs…it’s me”. However, achieving this harmony was not easy. “I had 40 titles in the boxes, 20 of which were mixed, ready to be recorded. It was necessary to degrease. It's a word that I don't like, too often used by companies, to throw people away. But we must avoid repetition, so as not to get bored, have a common thread and stick to it.” And indeed when we look at the texts of this album, we identify a common thread, around the reconstruction of the human being: “You will love me when I no longer love you”, “Learning to leave everything”, “Being or not to be”, “My life is a swing” without forgetting “you’re nothing or you’re someone”, the eponymous title of the album, written by Pierre Delanoë. “He had this song in his drawers. He told me, like a great fashion designer, I'm going to cut it for you, you'll see how it fits you." A devotee, Rudy Léonet, also musical director on Radio 21, also came to lend a hand for “Boire, verre, verre”, a free adaptation of the German punk group Trio and also a nod to the album “ Boire” by his friend Miossec, for whom he wrote some texts (and vice versa). Finally, how can we not mention “Canadair”, which is being released as a single this fall, a piece full of poetry and, apparently, very topical this summer in Europe. “With my head still full of cicadas, I finally tore the azure and plunged like a postal hero towards the unknown and the distance.” (at PiAS)

"Sleepless night" Long live the party

Fourth album also for this Flemish group which, for once, does not sing in English – like most of its corelegionaries – but in French. This is because Mommens, former bassist of Deus, and Els Pynoo, a blonde bombshell, adore the muses of the 60s Brigitte Bardot and Jane Birkin as well as the two wordsmiths Jacques Dutronc and Serge Gainsbourg. Don't expect intense musical research. The sound of this kitsch-pop group, as it readily defines itself, is quite simple, around an electronic beat, closer to nighttime evenings and other techno parties, reinforced in concert by a well-led and often delirious band. “Vive la fête” is in fact above all a little tangy voice, perched in the high notes, Lio 1980s style. A voice that tortures your soul and which goes into a spin and makes you dizzy. Simple, stripped-down texts, sometimes reduced to one or two sentences, and all the more provocative — “Mr. President. Where is my money ? ",, " Makeup. I don’t like it”…etc — which sometimes give off a desire for celebration, dreams, or revolt. Qualities which also seduced the fashion designer Karl Lagerfeld who entrusted Vive la Fête with the responsibility of putting Chanel's autumn winter collection into sound. (at Lowlands)

Nicolas Gros-Verheyde (in Brussels) for Rfi Music


Nicolas Gros Verheyde

Chief editor of the B2 site. Graduated in European law from the University of Paris I Pantheon Sorbonne and listener to the 65th session of the IHEDN (Institut des Hautes Etudes de la Défense Nationale. Journalist since 1989, founded B2 - Bruxelles2 in 2008. EU/NATO correspondent in Brussels for Sud-Ouest (previously West-France and France-Soir).