Blasé's debut album is a personal manifesto of his sonic obsessions, opening up almost as many new avenues. But there's no question of taking them at full speed or the wrong way, at the risk of collisions and crumpled metal. "BLABLABLA" imposes a flow of traffic that respects the rules of the road in the sense of a shared quest for groove. Thanks to his ears trained on radio and the charts across the Atlantic, he honors this generous vision of pop that encompasses old-school hip-hop, R&B, jazz, funk, disco and new-wave. Navigating between different styles in the manner of American artists is not even an issue. On "BLABLABLA", for example, we move from a studio haunted by Quincy Jones to a cellar where The Cure is rehearsing "Boys Don't Cry"...
