On “White Heart”, the Marseillais engages more than usual and invites European and Maghreb colleagues for his traditional winter album.
by Stéphanie Binet
An album in winter, an album in summer is the recorder of recorder Jul for eight years now. This Friday, December 9 at midnight, he therefore publishes his twenty-sixth album, heart white, since the start of his career, with the six free records offered to his audience and those collaborative 13’organized and classico organized.
Of these last two in 2020 and 2021, he had brought together around fifty Marseille rappers for the first, and at least the triple with those of the Paris region for the second. With white heart, double CD of 40 titles, Jul invites European and North African MCS, from Sweden to Morocco, from England to Spain via Tunisia or the Netherlands. Forty pieces, it is a lot when the current rap format is about fifteen titles. However, as he says in rap which gives the name to the album, Jul has “a lot to say”.
Musically, on this album, Julien Marie, his true civil status or the J for her friends, does not change the formula: some agreements with the harp or the guitar in the introduction, followed by an eruptive clear box and d ‘An accelerated BPM, for an often dancing piece mixed either with baile funk or reggaeton. Winter sunsets on the Corniche of Marseille will therefore have their share of tubes well, with can in their hands. Chocolate, Rrin or Europa with Swedish Elai, Italian Rhove and Spanish Morad. On a frantic pace, Juli detects his mitraillette to the mitraillet and assumes as always the use of the famous software for correction of the voices: “me when I sing,” he boasts on Konami, I put the car -Yune, I did not do the “Star Academy”. “.
a heart open
With the British M Huncho, on a 45 pistol, one of the rare songs that does not start with an arpeggio of ropes, he lets himself go to a little boastful: “I arrive in December as tsunami, we will see who can stop me. “Then he anticipates the words of his detractors:” One day, they will doubt my existence like Keyser Söze “; “Jealous, they all wait for my fall”; “They all wanted me to harm” before answering them kindly: “I have my flow, I have my style, I do not know how to do anything else” or more revolted “mock you, go make them guys. You are eager, I no longer have the words. “
Economy in words in the media, Jul gives himself open heart for his fans: his awakenings in the morning with his son who tells him “I love you” (Grazie the area), his difficulties in arresting “the resin” , he who started at 19 (can in his hands). Rhymes are not always rich (“Beuh with coconuts before going to sleep”) but Jul never claimed to be a poet or never had the ambition to become the best lyricist in French rap .
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