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An R’n’B steeped in soul reminiscences is increasingly making its way through the folds of a 1920s music that needs to find a “permanent center of gravity”. Of the trap that has infected us, of a too easy rap that has bored us, of so much shit that has clogged up the radio programs we can’t take it anymore. It takes a turn and this is one of the discs going in just the right direction.