Miossec

A glamour of contrast

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You’d have thought that at some point since the 1995 album Boire, the source would have run dry. But it’s still going strong, and the Finistère singer still hasn’t quenched his thirst – to the delight of his fans. There’s nothing dry about Miossec’s music or words, and we’ll gladly take a glug, even if that means flirting with disaster.

Is it because his father was a fire service diver? The facts are there, clear and simple: Miossec has always loved lighting fires beneath a sea of words, drowning us in his fiery phrases. Miossec would love nothing more than to set us ablaze with his musical tide. Boire, Baiser, À Prendre, Brûle, 1964, L’Étreinte, Finistérien. Seven albums, the seven wonders of a world that swings like a pendulum between strength and weakness, between fear of emptiness and the fullness of hope. He writes brilliant lines that soar up high, and he writes dreadful lines that drop into the abyss: between the lines Miossec plunges us below the waterline of his fiery words.

A tide of fire 

Poems pulsing with love and burning with fragility, whole nights spent counting the hours and fleeting moments of happiness, sending the flotsam and jetsam of your soul to the devil… Whatever you think of his full brewed albums, it’s like the writer of Fortune de Mer is within an inch of foundering at every word, tossed on a swell of emotion. Seven albums, a magical, Christlike number if ever there was one. The seven deadly sins, the seven virtues, the seven sacraments… But that’s enough – Miossec has had enough of sevens and cetaceans, like when he ends up ‘beached on the bar like an enormous whale’. He may be smaller fry, but modesty can’t stop us from offering up some flattery: this Brest boy can hook us any time he likes, hovering on the waterline between good and evil, heaven and hell – it’s all in the words…