Yes, I already told you about it not long ago, introducing you to three of the songs – served in teaser on social networks – from the new album of the poprock trio Mustang. But I can’t resist the pleasure of doing it again now that the album is officially out. This is therefore the fifth opus of the group created in Clermont-Ferrand in 2006. A group whose leader is Jean Felzine, who is always more inhabited by a very angry spleen. We are far from the ditties for bobos, the morals and that goes without saying. Felzine, in an elegant and stylish boxer, hits where it hurts. I won’t go over the three songs that I’ve already mentioned – Butter moneyAerosol and The door to the nose. French song puts a fist in the face of the soft consensus that reigns there: “She no longer has hormones, no social role, French song says nothing about men, does nothing wrong…” Listening to her, I find myself said that Mustang does not fight, for example, in the same ring as Fire! Chatterton, the fashionable group in the Parisian cultural community. And bam!, on Airport here comes Arthur Teboul, the singer of Feu! Chatterton who even participated in writing the lyrics. Which means it’s good to always question your a priorito think against oneself. Airport is one of the very good songs on the album, Teboul histrionics much less than usual, his voice relieves Felzine’s spleen and, against myself, I must admit that it makes me high. “On the way to death we are allowed two pieces of luggage, I feel like a pig on its slaughter line,” sings Jean Felzine, to which Arthur Teboul responds: “Grace is waiting for you somewhere, you don’t know where, you don’t know where, is it in Lima, London or Dakar, is it in Moscow.” “There is still hope that something will happen, a girl with beautiful black eyes, a bomb that will explode,” they sing in chorus. “Let yourself be drowned in the crowd, go, let go,” advises Teboul at the end.
