SOROSORO

Sorosoro tells a deeply human story on this second EP: one of loneliness, hypersensitivity, a struggle to fit in, and that melancholy which gradually clouds the mind. For a long time, this shy young man was content simply to play music away from prying eyes, without ever mentioning it to his family or his brother, from whom he would secretly borrow a guitar. “I was too afraid that my relationship with music would change, that it would no longer be purely a labour of love, that it would depend on other people’s opinions.” At the age of 18, something clicked: whilst walking the Camino de Santiago, a retired couple convinced him to take the plunge. After all, he was at an age when one should believe in one’s dreams rather than spend one’s life regretting them. The message hit home: from then on, Sorosoro played on the streets, embarked on various journeys, opened up to others, settled in Paris and gave his very first concert at La Cigale, supporting Tawsen.

Whilst the lyrics are rich in meaning – the legacy of a childhood steeped in the great classics of Barbara, Aznavour and Renaud – the melodies draw more readily on North American folk (José González, Bon Iver, Cat Stevens), whilst allowing themselves a swaying rhythm, lively enough to prevent one from succumbing to gloomy thoughts. ‘A song is simply more beautiful when a bright melody is counterbalanced by sombre lyrics. Or the other way round. I love this contrast, which also symbolises my ability to go from smiling to crying in the blink of an eye.’