Bandit Bandit

Bandit Bandit relights the fuse. Two years after their first album, the most fiery duo in French rock returns with “Cavalcades – Ce que la nuit ne dit pas”. A more direct, catchier, and highly accomplished record.

First warning shot: “Pas le Temps”, a combat-ready first single driven by a screaming guitar and a nervous flow. Beneath the rock explosion lies an eighties pulse à la Daho, elegant and venomous.

The female voice pins down those supposedly “deconstructed” males who are still quick to confine women within bourgeois codes: “Je n’ai pas besoin d’’un homme, je n’ai besoin de rien”! The slap is chic, but it leaves its mark.

This is Bandit Bandit's expertise: tension between desire and defiance, between caress and bite. The production is purer, more airy. And on the songwriting front, it's a huge leap forward. The band's writing has never been so direct and poetic. So intimate and political.