Clashdohertyrock.canalblog.com Website Review

It's never easy to talk of a posthumous album. There is always this kind of modesty that prevents being (a little too) na*ghty vis-à-vis the record if we do not find it good enough, and when we say good, difficult to remain objective and to say that it's a good album only because it's a good album, just for strictly musical reasons. Difficult, impossible even, to put aside the fact that this is the last record of a deceased artist who, necessarily, will not go, discs. Difficult to chronicle it, whether one is a professional journalist or a mere am*teur. In a pinch, better not to be a fanatic of the artist in question, we have a little more perspective. I, for example, I have said good of him, here (and before his death), via some of his albums - I also smashed this artist, before his death there too, via others of his albums - I have never been a fan of Johnny Hallyday. This did not stop me from doing an article paying tribute to him, the day of his death last December. And it was sincere. As soon as we spoke (rather quickly ...) of a future posthumous album, the songs that Johnny recorded at the time of his death, I told myself that I will probably buy it. What I did, pre-ordering the album a short week before its very recent release (it is apparently almost out of stock at the moment), not early enough, however, to get me it's also the one of one of the songs, and I specify that Johnny had not finalized a title, the album would certainly not be called so if it had come out of Johnny's life), like the pastis, is 51. In the studio discography of the artist. If we add the lives and compilations, I do not go out any more, so let's stay in the studio discography. An average title is an allusion to the popular fervor and emotion francaouise last December, at the time of death