Moussa doesn’t just break away from classic French songwriting — he sprints from it in slow motion, wind in his hair, synths blazing. He’s what happens when poetic soul takes a long, dreamy nap on a bed of analog synths, only to wake up slightly existential and ready to dance.
Take “La Nuit Je Rêve” — an album that floats somewhere between a sun-drenched daydream and a late-night heart-to-heart with your cooler, more mysterious Parisian cousin. Moussa crafts melodies that don’t just shimmer — they glow, like golden hour in sound form. Listening feels like biting into a perfectly flaky musical croissant: light, warm, and so satisfying you might cry (but in a chic, well-lit way).
He doesn’t simply write songs — he lobs emotional boomerangs disguised as choruses. They haunt you gently, like a ghost who just wants to vibe. Imagine drifting above Paris on a giant baguette, the Eiffel Tower sparkling in the background, while Moussa whispers a vocoded love letter into your ear. That’s the vibe.
His music and lyrics don’t just complement each other — they slow-dance in a smoky café, arguing about Sartre and sharing a Gauloise. One hand holds a vintage synth, the other clutches a dog-eared poetry book. That’s Moussa. That’s the magic.
With a wink and a sigh, he spins melancholy and mischief into soundtracks for late-night longing and barefoot living room twirls. His songs feel like scenes from a film you’re sure you saw once — maybe in a dream — and now can’t forget.
And once you have entered Moussa’s world, don’t be surprised if you find yourself dream-walking too. Cigarette optional.
Double vinyl “La Nuit Je Rêve”
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Le Feu Le Sang – Lyrics_
Dans mon corps y'a le feu le sang, gamin la thune j'étais heureux sans
J'suis plus le même mais j'me ressemble, j'm'enregistre j'me resample
Dans mon corps y'a le feu le sang, gamin la thune j'étais heureux sans
J'suis plus le même mais j'me ressemble, j'm'enregistre j'me resample
Dans mon corps y'a le feu le sang, j'suis plus le même mais j'me ressemble
Dans mon corps y'a le feu le sang, gamin la thune j'étais heureux sans
J'suis plus le même mais j'me ressemble, j'm'enregistre j'me resample
Dans mon corps y'a le feu le sang, gamin la thune j'étais heureux sans
J'suis plus le même mais j'me ressemble, j'm'enregistre j'me resample
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