All comes as an intoxicating balance between the voluptuous and the courtly, between the flattery and abuse of vehement, dirty, distorted, scratchy, explosive and bombastic instrumental pianos, all that closes the circle with a mind-blowing twist is just that inherited touch from the excellence of the French chanson.

This is the tempting castle made of the most sparkling and transparent of crystals. But its attractiveness works like a black hole, capable of veering the trajectory of light and engulf anything. At the center of it, in ecstatic suspension, is the graceful figure of Alice, who surprises you like a moth at the first flap of her wings, radiating a crudely natural ferocity with sinuous roundness.

Ancestral in the grounding cadences and post-modernist in the syncopated cliffs, the percussion instills a sense of tumultuous and primordial ferocity. The fervent electric trills corroborate the epic ascensional rise of a composition written, composed, and arranged in a sublime and emblematic way.

To restore order in this apparent chaos of a love narrated as a destructive adventure comes Alice’s voice. The only force capable of counteracting the suction of that black hole, she lights up, grows, and expands dramatically, more than the gigantic sound contour is doing that swirls around her.