Rocked by the release of the albums of Odezenne (Au Baccara in stores since October 12), Lomepal, Columbine, Georgio, Scylla … 2018 was the year of French rap. And we announce it right away, Au Baccarat takes the lead of pearls of the genre. Today, it is the clip of Pastel, shared on the media on November 14 that we dissect. On the program, inventiveness, ingenuity… and a good dose of magic!
An atypical clip in cartoons
After Baby, Odezenne offers a new clip in cartoons. However, the universe chooses completely denotes the crazy and color-loving style Pop art of Baby.
Pastel's music video enjoys a rare sophistication. The interest lies in the details. Status of woman, status of little soldiers…, rappers summon erotic symbols as well as from the field of dreams and childhood (sometimes trip, like these trees that grow while the protagonist rolls).
Initiatory journey, pure trip, or both?
It all begins when, in the middle of the desert, a man with a single shoe and who looks suspiciously like a potato wakes up, and begins to roll. Then follows a crazy chase against, in bulk : Death, nasty dogs, landslides, a giant wave and a giant broth worthy of the greatest witches' drums.
At the crossroads of Tim Burton and Salvador Dali, exists this character, hero of Pastel, and burlesque misadventures. Odezenne are the heirs of surrealism, and expresses a crazy solitude and a void of possibilities of action through the words of Pastel, which we perceive, salient, in the video clip.
Odezenne resurrects for a time the old demons of childhood, in a visual tale claiming the misery of certain existences and the perpetual metamorphosis of a world populated by sacred monsters.
The music video was directed by Vladimir Mavounia-Kuka. He has already collaborated with Odezenne on the clips of Dedans and Bouche à lèvres.
P.S. : Reference to Pushkin read and approved.
BONUS: Pastel'swords here! :
Nothing to tread
Need her
Nothing to stuff No chrysanthemum
Nothing to roll I stay alone
Nothing to jerk
Case study
Nothing to wax Far from the cries of the heart
Eyes closed Breaker
head
Nothing to find I have the slab
Nothing to
grease
That you live, you die
Nothing to change
Fat matte
Nothing to prove
Crac-crac
In the thickets
Nothing
nothing To report
I speak in Chinese
In gibberish
To the arrabbiata
Sometimes al dente
I live crunchy
In unconquered
Like a marquis Like
a stubborn
J'gueule in a gust of wind
Ziva in verlan
Like Magellan
I ramble annoyed
I say in free roll
With black magic
I cook
With a machete
Drum body
Heart on the hand
Hand on your feeds
I smoke as a fireman
Pin-pon-pin-pon
I draw in two times
Turkey, turkey