From nothing to everything, Suzane appears. After fifteen years of ballet, she puts on a blue suit, takes the name of her great-grandmother, leaves the bar where she works and sets the stages on fire. French song? Electro? The perfect mix of Edith Piaf and Daft Punk? The fusion of Stromae and Sonia Rykiel? No matter, her music is close to the bone and her poetry instantaneous.
Théo Marclay is a night owl, one of those who do not sleep, not by choice, but by insomnia. As a consequence, he writes, and his piano accompanies him. As a poet in the making, he quickly found his stage name: Nuit Incolore. His states of mind now fixed on paper, his solitude becomes a strength. The result is an ingenious and hypnotizing pop leading us to introspection.
