French | MC Solar seeds the party

A hoped-for reunion for some, an unexpected first date for others, Friday evening in the Salle Wilfrid-Pelletier in the company of MC Solaar was a rare and busy occasion anyway.

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Charles Eric Blais Poulin

Charles Eric Blais Poulin
The press

It took just a few steps for the French rap pioneer, who rolled out an instrumental red carpet by a Montreal string orchestra, to elicit a standing ovation.

Suit and cap, Claude M’Barali, real name, entered through the front door He who sows wind reaps speed, title track of his debut album, both a slap in the face and a lesson that the French rap scene received at the turn of the 1990s.Many viewers stood upright to answer the MC: “Who sows the wind, reaps the… ? “Time!” »

“On behalf of the father, the son and Claude, MC Solaar hosts rap parties. »

The veteran returned to throw a “rap party” in Montreal after nearly a quarter-century of recluse, career hiatus and contractual disputes with the Polydor record label — which have now been settled. The last tickets he sold in the metropolis for the Francos, more precisely in the Metropolis, bore the stamp of June 22, 1998.

“The end justifies the means,” explains the Dakar-born MC, taken from this title prose fight (1994), a scholarly second album filled with alliteration, jazz and scholarly references, and popular allegory.

Solar will also draw cult status from it sequels, Obsolete – all stand -, The concubine of hemoglobin or New western. “Sometimes life looks like a stray bullet / In the modern system the individual drowns / To be clear he drank brandy / Now we swing, TV, shit and baby,” the poet-rapper will be two kilometers away from the F1 drop celebrations.

The flow is intact: musical, precise, fluid, physical.


Photo Denis Germain, Special Collaboration

MC Solar

Surprising to the public: many young people fidgeting on Quebec’s changing tables as the rapper gave birth to his greatest hits. Some sing along with their elders, who were no doubt involved in the handover. This is particularly noticeable when the first notes of the hits resonate. who sows the wind : fashion sacrifice – the public does not have to be asked: “That’s his alias! », – Armand is dead, Caroline… And what about Get out, who reacts particularly feverishly and throws hundreds of iPhones in video mode into the air.

According to the classics, the seats in the Salle Wilfrid-Pelletier were hardly worn on Friday evening. The most motivated even gathered in the aisles on either side of the stage.

“Montreal, how are you? “I’m super happy to be in Montreal”: not very talkative, in a sober and warm staging, the ace of clubs decided to be generous in his music at first. It will have featured almost two hours of celebrations divided into more than 20 songs.

With his first three newly released albums under his belt, the poet didn’t want to sit on his reputation and rely on nostalgia. Instead, he decided to rethink his concert repertoire with the jazz band New Big Band Project, led by composer Issam Krimi. Enough to highlight the rich musical experimentation – honed with the duo BoomBass/Zdar and DJ Jimmy Jay – that nourishes Solaar’s first albums.


Photo Denis Germain, Special Collaboration

Mc Solaar was accompanied on Friday by wind instruments, strings and backing vocals.

Jazz, funk, old-school hip-hop, French song… The MC, accompanied by its 3 “C”s – brass, strings, (excellent and energetic) choristers – blends the genres with slime and hand in pocket Passion, cutting the pace by hand. He floats on stage, enjoys himself with his thirty singers and musicians, nods happily.

When MC Solaar pointed out that “we were nearing the end,” the crowd spontaneously booed. Allegations of love, of course. There were actually six songs left, four of which were offered as an encore, including the youngest sonoton (geopoetics2017) and the ultimate time outtaken by prose fight. “Break, I need to rest, time out! »

After Friday’s concert, they will all be hoping that the rest of the warrior, this time far from Montreal, will not survive a quarter of a century.

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