In boxing there are punchers and technicians; ditto for poetry. Nonstop seeks the knockout in each sentence. Road Movie en béquilles (Road-movie on crutches) is a record that leaves you literally groggy.
Oscillating between dark and delusional urban poetry, taking rhythms from hip-hop and techno, Nonstop is an open mike to madness. But let’s be clear, we’re not just dealing with the umpteenth singer stuttering his profound discontentment. With his fully assumed southern sharp accent from Toulouse, Frédo Roman talks, chants, spits his words and sings at the top of his lungs over intermixed samples, loops and beats that are more or less heavy or groovy.
Though dark, the lyrics however do not fall into a deep, off-putting defeatism because their author makes light use of language, juggles with his own words, and thus avoids taking himself too seriously. Admittedly very tense, he has had the good idea not to lose his sense of humor. To be brief, it sounds like an explosive combination of Michaux and Coluche. And if his liveliness is incisive, sharp and abrupt, Frédo Roman’s trashy and cynical humour allows him to distance himself from the darkness he depicts, to take a blow on the head without feeling any pain…
Produced by Arnaud Michniak, Road-movie en béquilles falls within the scope of Programme while moving away from it… Musically one can identify the reference to old school rap or indie rock, energetically under the influence of the beat. Melodies for the damned on survival rhythms; all in all crystal clear hit-songs.
On stage, Nonstop is backed by Richard Roman - Frédo’s brother – on bass guitar and Den’s Degiovanni on drums, both of them former members of Diabologum, Renan Guilcher on guitar as well as Dj Vener, virtuoso of the epileptic scratch.
All of which promises a fire flood, a frogs downpour, a sonic apocalypse!
Speaking of the end of the world, predicting it, one ends up with the impression that it has already occured. One can easily picture Nonstop running and yelling its lyrics with the apocalypse on its tail.
A hole into space-time filled with terrified laughter.
released 17 October 2005
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