Infecticide never ceases to heckle the French chanson scene with psychoactive fervour. Complete artists, the three dreadful men use every means at their disposal to turn their baby into a nocturnal weapon of sadism, and the audience is brought to its knees by their mastery of the art of pissing people off.
We’re dealing with a precious troupe, in the picturesque landscapes of France, far from the maudlin horizons where some try to revive a new-wave drowned in the saliva of an unconsented mouth to mouth.
Here we sweat more than we do in a Zumba class, without neglecting our brains, sketched by a pen whose offhand, wry humour is a friendly reminder of our condition as human beings: “a weeping mushroom, a little lump of fear…”.
After the stunning “Chansons Tristes” released in 2014, and their 2nd album “Poil de Coeur”, which arrived in early 2016, it’s a real incentive to dance on the smouldering ashes of an overturned world that they offer us through the relentless 3rd album “Finger Bueno” released in 2020. Even colder, even hotter.