When Snor lets go, Casa vibrates. Word is not just a single, it is a dive into the soul of an artist who transforms pain into art. “”Tell me what you want from me, I’m tryin’a wake up“, He whispers, the fragile voice, before the Darija knocks:”Men have Lhelma to be strong». Toxic love, suffocating memories, a heart that clings – “D». The prod, knitted with MWXD, Keight and Lyes, mixes tearful and heavy bass synths. It’s dense, raw, Moroccan to the bone.
The clip, produced by Snor, is a bomb. Casa reveals himself, in turn chaotic and dreamlike: the Rialto, a faded relic, the Don Quixote, refuge of lost souls, the old medina, where the walls whisper. Each plan, full of neon and shadows, howls an obsessive break. “”Kighan3ich Mchiti Diti Qalbi M3akSnor says, a wandering spectrum of a deadly LOVE Story. A Wong Kar-Wai des Faubourgs, which enhances rap.
Since 2019, Snor has dodge easy glory. Hkaya, Dawk liya, De9a De9a : It redraws Moroccan rap, far from the algos and formatted choruses. Word Darker, a bloody feather, a voice between cry and silence. With Warner, he targets far – Rabat, Dubai, Paris. But snor recruits for cracked, not for crowns. Wordit is a word that we retain until asphyxiation, then that we release. An experience, not a sound. Snor, Casa ghost, leaves indelible traces.
