Bertrand Belin

  • France
  • Elegant folk rock spleen

As a poet, Bertrand Belin suffuses the words of the French language with his deep, slow and heady voice. Each word is conscientiously weighed, skilfully detached, as if suspended. Like a Daho or a Bashung, he wanders deliciously and drags his voice as he drags his spleen through the streets of Paris, in Baudelaire's footsteps. Between hard and soft, rock and folk, he advances along a ridge, evoking solitude, break-ups, departures. Belin personifies that tension between expression and silence, hesitating between dealing with reality or torpedoing it with poetry.