It was daring the cover: the bold and long hair, beard abundant, the eyes dull and empty, a scroll of smoke from a messy mouth we guess high. In short, a product of rebellion formatted for teens in search of bourgeois ultimate hard to justify to their mother that they brush their teeth more than once per day. Or the disc of a genuine French Jarvis Cocker? 

I readily admit, the comparison is more than cruel to Alister, who makes no weight with her first single, What will we do with you? The answer given is: nothing. Between an adolescent revolt not assumed until the end – why not say things as they are, and speak of “romances shit? – And a collection of bluets dignified Pierre-Arnaud Jonard – Paris-Marseille claim after a three-centimeter phallus – there is absolutely nothing to say about this album.

Oh, if possible, one could say qu’Alister is the natural son of Jacques Dutronc, but not poor enough couillu to die from an overdose of heroin, then launching into the music with the conviction of able to beat his father on his own ground. And yet, should be able to achieve some semblance of will on this disc soft caviar revolt left bank which is actually not ready to make us evil. In short, nothing that has not already been done before.

Except that the melodies are there, that the texts show that the boy is not a beginner to write (he was a screenwriter for television and wrote some words for Adrienne Pauly), and the album proves to be a long slow poison that seeps with flaws in the ears of the listener to become irresistible. Prejudice then all fall to make room for a disc finally not so broken that it, and the columnist has no other choice but to swallow all his words aggressive to a certain sympathy for Alister, whose disk does not mark the history of pop, but who return regularly and with great pleasure on the plate.