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I write to make it easier for us to talk to each other.
Mathis Riviere embodies and dresses the melancholy of a pop wrapped in cashmere.
An evening dreamer, a contemplator of rainy days, he is one of those who fall silent for fear of saying too much. In his songs as in his relationships, he moves with hushed steps, prefers restraint to noise, and treats Paris, his irresistible city, like a demanding partner. There, he explores his contemporary solitude, time and desire slipping through his fingers, and his inability to build a stable relationship.
With a whispered melody over dimly-lit productions, he plays the confidant and traces a declaration of love to his own sadness. But there is also this fire, this flash of light and the desire to see others dance. Urban, sensitive, and mysterious, he crafts a bittersweet union between Gainsbourg-esque poetry and modern, Pépite-like textures — music to dance to with the soul touched.
If Zaho de Sagazan and Ben Mazué were to catch the last metro in the rain, this would be the soundtrack.
A French author, composer, singer, and producer. He moves between studios and intimate concerts where you leave carrying an image with you: an autumn sky, a bench at the back of the park, and this man waiting for the night to fall, an umbrella in his hand.
