You know, I'm afraid of nothing, apart from the void, that animates my tomorrows. No, Malik Djoudi is not afraid of anything and his first album fills a void in the French landscape. A dandy romanticism not too sure of himself, which convokes Christophe, Sebastien Tellier and William Sheller, a voice floating in the air like Connan Mockasin, a melodic intensity blurring in the manner of Blonde Redhead, an intimacy of which James Blake has found the secret... And words in French that he handles with grace and candor, on an electro sheet pop just as pure. Neither really club music, nor simply French traditional pop music, Malik Djoudi traces an electronic music that reconciles synthetic pop of the 80s and stories of open heart surgeries. Through the eight songs of UN, Malik Djoudi makes a staggering entry into the tricolor French pop club, imposing a French touch that belongs only to him: elegant and vibrant, impressive and fragile. Modern in it's design, faithful to classical instrumentations, Malik Djoudi's carnal pop makes the machines weep by talking about our lives and our doubts while dreaming of America and great love. Lost paradises exist and are not artificial. Malik Djoudi found them with love and without violence, because he is not afraid of anything. Beautiful tomorrows all belong to him.
