Eddy de Pretto announced this album by ensuring that it is not there to “caress your fur tenderly”. Yet he also made it clear that this record is a “love album.” It’s not called Crash Heart for nothing. We feel the heart, we feel the crash: the words are often tender and sometimes very harsh, the productions are sometimes gentle, but above all they are impactful.
There is often delicacy in the instrumental themes, but it is mixed with a desire to give something heavy. The intention is clear, the result is fruitful.
The singer-songwriter released this third album independently. And this is not a detail, because we feel more than ever his confidence in his art, his direction, clear and precise. He knows how he wants to make us dance (or sometimes cry) and his identity is clearly imprinted on each of his songs.
Eddy de Pretto’s words are rarely in vain, he has messages to convey and his music serves a lot of that. Sometimes what he means is that he loves, that he hurts, that he feels alone, but he also expresses his criticisms of the world around him. On being well, he discusses his self-esteem, which he wants to be more solid, but also the way in which society’s standards affect the opinion he has of himself. His texts are queer, often immodest, beautifully crafted.
With house, a poignant break-up song, he returns to piano-vocals which soften the more frenetic tempo of most of the album. A little before, the only duet of the album, on the song eau de vie, with Juliette Armanet, is completely impregnated with this R
In 36 minutes, an album that can be listened to in one go, Eddy de Pretto reminds us how essential he is in French pop.
