Year 1996, a bunch of white trash bourgeois get out their boring Paris suburbs... Music exutory, noise derisory. Foolish commitment ; Dumbish activism ; Smilish distress ; no stress ? Clichés : empty, musty, silly, easy. Persistence in divagation ; Degradation in facility ; Incoherence in clemency ; Impotency in insolence. Year 2002, organised chaos, unmoved changement, fixed fear, humanised machines. Year 2006, back forward, love still, last resort humor... Year 2017 ? Good luck = Some goods + Some luck... Fuck !
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