Kapeq, prosper, swelling, the hives … The playlist of the « Liberation » music notebook – Liberation
Here they are again! Specialized in the promotion of strong personalities reluctant to any industrial formatting, the francophile activists of the stable The underground had not had the opportunity in recent months to feed this section whose crazy discoveries have been so often familiar to us. The last time was in 2023 with the ingenious Holy Lucie. The link is also all found with Kapeq. One of his first titles is precisely a rereading of the piece of Lyonnaise, the croissants. These two howlberlus sharing a limitless taste for playful-bricking montages. But where the municipal councilor rather offers a vignette-free-style format, the young man, if he also likes short formats manages to draw a substance that can be described as « song ». And all that at 17, since March 11.
The journey of this producer-singer of Grand-Brassac in Dordogne (hence the title of his mixtape) is also singular. After dropping the high school in October 2024, he started a civic service in … La Souterraine in November. Logic that this atypical guitarist was welcomed on the house which brought to light kitten or barbagolo. His free and tinkered rantings but still built in a (relative) melodic spirit could not find a better nest. Imagine Lo-Fi folk with ramifications in Arab-Andalusian music, imagined on the machines of a crazy scientist geek and you will (a little) have an idea of what Kapeq is. The best is to listen to it while trying to decode this particular language. Challenge.
We mentioned here recently the talent of blasé. We find him in production behind the disillusioned sung phrasing of an artist also a sculptor. Dress supplier of a minimalist Cold Wave. Disturbing.
Just for her title this piece had to appear in this playlist. This funny mix between rave and song is extremely addictive to use and How to Save the World, The first album of this French has just arrived.
More than thirty years of existence, but the Swedes have lost none of their taste for scouring guitars and burning songs where, in less than three minutes, any headache is prohibited. Dirty majesties.
The Marseille King of Pop Sunset, it is not pejorative, reinvents itself in Italian for this languid song, cut for a walking in Vespa along the Mediterranean.
When you love the song, you always come back to the classicism of piano-voice. We can imagine in concert the ignited flashes of the corrugated phones to the rhythm of this splendid ballad. Simple and beautiful.
