Cachemire

Le Forum presents: Cachemire

Cachemire has been shaking up the French rock scene for 10 years. For a decade, they have been rattling our bones with corrosive guitars, slammed drums and caustic lyrics.

Suffit Juste d’Une Seconde lives up to that reputation. On this new album, fans will delight in finding the "Cachemirian" thread woven since Photochope-Moi, the one that electrifies the hairs and coats the skin with a sheen of sweat as you nod your head and stamp your heels to the beat. But time has the virtue of adding a patina.

Over ten years, Cachemire’s coat has turned into leather, refined from track to track. The lyrics remain as biting, clear and direct as ever, pointing out our faults, absurdities and clumsiness without ever lecturing. And the band has not disowned its abrasive punk — even metal — detours, like those on Dernier Essai. But 2025 marks a return to the foundations. To the roots. To the fertile ground of the band. Rock. Pure. Simple. Impactful.

The sound of this latest album is full and dense. The guitar riffs are present and powerful. The keyboards, strings and organs are there too. The 13 short melodic tracks are effective: tight, powerful and unambiguous. The endings are clean and sharp. It’s chiseled. Made for the stage. Carved from rock.

Suffit Juste d’Une Seconde doesn’t fall apart. It doesn’t get lost in complexity or complication. That’s shown by the heavy work on the backing vocals and Fred Bastar’s voice. Still tinged with that peppery grain stuck in the throat that is so characteristic, his voice breaks free from the musical covering on the turns of “Adam” or “Seul” to speak to us one-on-one and say: “Listen closely. This is important.”

There is hope in the lyrics. Life is better in “2080” than in 2020. There is nostalgia too. In “À l’ancienne” we recall high-school days when, Doc Martens on our feet and hand-rolled tobacco at our lips, we met in the village square to drink beer.

Suffit Juste d’Une Seconde is an album of observation. We stop. We look back. We see what is coming over the horizon. And if we don’t like it, we walk away. It’s far from a reckless flight forward. It’s a desire to move and to pull thousands of others along, like “Pied au plancher”, a breathless musical road movie in which the band takes us on a continuous shot that lingers in the cortex and the ears long after the 3:52 mark.

With this latest opus, Cachemire renews itself. Again. Always. In the studio and on stage. This year, the arrival of Alice Animal for the concerts will complete the all-male quartet and refresh the lineup with razor-sharp claws on the guitars.

In any case, Cachemire abhors comfort zones because you fall asleep in them. There’s no question of treading the same beaten paths. Rather than follow worn trails, the band prefers to stamp their feet into new dust. New puddles. Because splashes surprise. They also wake you up.

For 10 years, 4 albums and a plethora of shows, Cachemire has shielded us with its cuirass against the wear of time. The band prevents us from falling asleep. Its skin has, admittedly, softened, but that allows it to resist cracking.

This new album will take you on a ride… will surprise you… Like a rocker swapping his trusty old leather for a white dress. Cachemire is rock in velvet…