Marie-Flore - Je Sais Pas si Ça Va
How am I? Fine when listening
She doesn’t know how it’s going ("Je Sais Pas si Ça Va")... but she knows it’s late ("Je Sais qu’il est Tard"). I know that you never know, Jean Gabin said. I know this album is very good and it overthrows me.
With an unfeigned pleasure, I find everything I liked in her previous album: this voice as if butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth, giving me tickles in my stomach, this fake casualness that hides too badly a huge sensitivity, this diehard search of the rhyme – with the return of rhymes in -ar ! ("Je Sais qu'il est Tard", "Si Jamais") –, these words that have a few extra pounds, a 3-letter title ("TDC"), lyrics full of ready-made expressions that spice them up.
With the same gang at production, this album is therefore the continuity of its predecessor, but no repetition of it for all that, these are real new songs.
Well of course you don’t feel the element of surprise anymore, but you don’t either have to waste your time wondering if you like it or not. If you’ve loved Braquage, you plunge inot this one quickly, immediately, with delight.
The singer-songwriter wanders the new-love theme ("Mieux en Mieux") or the past-love theme ("Après Vous"), sometimes with a vengeful mood ("Mon Cœur y Va Bien"). Sentiment, resentment. Blot, rebelote.
As always with pop music, you listen absent-mindedly, drifting with the tunes, noticing innovative sounds ("TDC" intro, "Bientôt") or hardly catching snippets of texts here and there, when suddenly... Wait, what did she just say? So you listen again. And you soon realize it is the same all along the record actually!
A word about "Ça m'Arrangerait": basically the kind of songs you don’t care of at the beginning, for it is relegated to the end of the album (without concluding it either). And then... it’s a great song too, super well sung, playing with lows and highs, and questionning the undecidable status of ex – like Jean-Jacques Goldman in "Quand Tu Danses". And that’s a piece of luck, for she intends to make you dance.
To this end, "20 Ans" was thought as a musical reminder of when she was 20, with the 2000’s awful eurodance sounds and rhythms, at least in the chorus. That’s assumed and, in this case, particularly achieved! But for pity’s sake, don’t let others have the idea of a 2000s revival! As plagues we already have global warming, Covid, war in Ukraine and reelection of Macron, so no need to lay it on thick, thank you.
So now, when you’re asked how it’s going, just answer "I don’t know". Code among Marie-Flore’s admirers.
Pop implies short, generally. Without lingering, the songs all line up between 2:30 and 3:42, full stop.
Except one. "Je Me Connais" culminates at 4:19. It’s the chattiest of the record too. The one in which she opens up the most. And you say to yourself it must not be really simple with her. “I often prefer summer when it’s winter and winter when it’s summer.” Never satisfied. A pain in the arse maybe. But a pain in the arse you love.
Je Sais qu'il est Tard
Je Me Connais
Mieux en Mieux
“T'attends pas à l'annulaire mais à l'index” ("Si Jamais")