First, there's his voice, that original and instantly recognizable timbre, that sensitive sobriety, which gives way to the words. Then comes the groove: you snap your fingers to his music, organic yet electronic, a world that blends tribal and wonderful. Then you hear his poetry. Realistic and frontal, but not pessimistic: Nans Vincent is a youthful dandy; you just have to see his clothes to know that he is not yet disillusioned.
