Cachemire

Presented by Rage TourÇa, Cachemire has been shaking up the French rock scene for 10 years. For 10 years Cachemire has been rattling our bones with corrosive guitars, crackling drums and caustic lyrics. Suffit Juste d’Une Seconde does not break with the rule.

On this new album, aficionados will delightedly rediscover the "cachemirian fibre" woven since Photochope-Moi, which electrifies the hair and lacquers the skin with a film of sweat as the head and heels mark the beat. But time has the virtue of allowing patina.

Cachemire's coat has become, over a decade, a leather that has been refined track by track. The lyrics are still as biting, clear and direct, pointing a finger at our failings, our absurdities and our clumsiness, without ever lecturing.

And the band renounces nothing of its abrasive punk escapades, even metal, such as those of Le Dernier Essai. But 2025 signals, without a doubt, a return to the foundations. To the roots. To the soil. To the nurturing earth of the band. Rock. Pure. Simple. Punchy.

The sound of this latest album is full and dense. The guitar riffs are there, and very much there. The keyboards too. The strings and organs, without a doubt. The 13 short melodic films are effective. Very effective. They are tight, powerful and blunt.

The endings are clean and sharp. It is hewn with a billhook. Built for the stage. Carved from the rock(k). Suffit juste d’une seconde does not fall apart. It does not lose its way in complexity or complication. And this tanning is unique.

Attesting to this is the substantial work on the choruses and the vocals of FredBastar.

Still tinged with that peppercorn lodged in the windpipe so characteristic of him, the voice breaks free of the musical coating at a turn of phrase, a "Adam" or a "Seul", to speak to us eye to eye and tell us: "Écoute bien. " There is hope in the lyrics.

We live better in "2080" than in 2020.