ABRAM

His voice doesn’t aim for beauty — it seeks truth.
Born in Paris’s 20th district, he crafts raw music where French chanson collides with folk, dark pop, and tense electronics.
He left everything behind to sing in the streets, facing both eyes and indifference. There, every word must cut, every note must prove itself.
From that school of reality was born a visceral writing — a way of singing that bleeds as much as it heals.