Last appearance of Jean-Louis Costes in Bordeaux probably happened to be one of the greatest and the most interesting.
I personnaly used to think the theatric side of his work used to hide under a veil of hysterical attitude his heartbreaking songwriting (wether for love songs or hate songs). It was a time when words used to stay hidden under a wall of distorsion. Despite the efficience, I used to enjoy in these past shows when the music happened to stop, and he started improvising hilarious and raw minutes of acapella stand-up bonus.
I have no idea if he got fed up to be the "carrott in the ass" guy people go to see on a drunk friday evening, but this new show - no nudity, no theatric - brings attention back on the obvious fact that he's simply the best living french singer.
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