A fucking tidal wave. If 2015 is nowadays considered as the year during which French Rap entered its Second Golden Age, this is the year's most important album. Musically, it refines the QLF mixtape's sound by diminishing even more the number of pure rap verses, all tracks basically being French chanson, but drenched in processing effects and narrating street tales. In a way, this is gangsta rap, but the two brothers chose to rap about poverty, not their new wealthiness. Usually, when a rapper talks about his neighborhood, he claims it's full of the toughest motherfuckers and praises its drug-dealing. Not PNL. They cry about young kids having nothing else to do but to sell hash, and sound deeply resigned as if their neighborhood is the anchor sinking them into the abyss. And they let themselves drown.
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