Today is my birthday, not that it matters at this point — friendly nudge and a cringy wink. What better way to celebrate than to put the spotlight onto the rather intriguing bunch of creative members of the artistic collective QUINZEQUINZE which are based out of Paris. The team dabbles in a vast array of creative fields as well as music.
We’ll focus on the music side of their endeavour this time around. Not having fully grasped the extent of their activity on the interactive side and mission statement myself just yet. I’ll write about what I know best. The sounds I can feel. The sounds I can hear. Today, the collective is releasing the first track “Le Jeune” (The Young” translated from French) via the newly created S76 Records music label under the Beggars umbrella (XL, Young Turks, 4AD, Matador and Rough Trade) no less.
The birth of music label, a brand new track from a rising collective of the Parisian music scene. Bringing a much-needed refresher on the subject of in real life atmospheric nuclear tests on this tiny ocean atoll conducted by French Authorities between 1966 and 1996, namely, the Mururoa Lagoon in French Polynesia. Not to mention the absolute riot it caused at the time and international outcry that followed.
Having had accolades dropping like warm radioactive drops of rain from a sunny sky as well local tastemakers already frothing in anticipation (that includes me of course) over the great percussion line and a rocking rhythm topped by enigmatic lyrics. QUINZEQUINZE are on the right path hit a quantifiable measure of Becquerel Units and have a successful drop of their own with the highly intoxicating nature of the new single “Le Jeune”.
Have you watched the video for the track? You are missing out if you haven’t already. The track has been selected to run through for 60 seconds before every film shown at MK2 Cinemas across Paris under the “MUSIC CINEMA CLUB” label. Goes to show I’m not fooling you around when I write about a kickass track to hear. Quick.
QUINZEQUINZE – Le Jeune — lyrics
Breathing the air, liquid Look at this world, wicked Above is under Running over the Womb of my mother Tombs of my fathers Ask myself so many questions I can’t find the reason Red light at sunset The changing of seasons Where is this island that looks like a prison Breathing the air, liquid Look at this world, wicked Above is under Running over the Womb of my mother Tombs of my fathers (Days, turning over to night Shade, always over the light Striking the rythm) Running away Your worries are burning through fire Running away Memories are burning through fire
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