• 140g black vinyl record
• Free download included

Album tracks:

Side A
1. Les couteaux à beurre
2. Fais-moi un show de boucane
3. Gab des Îles
4. Jus de boussole
5. Maison
6. Andaman Islands

Side B
1. Alexandre
2. Prière
3. De la noirceur naît la beauté
4. Langue de bois
5. Sonne-décrisse
6. 4488 de l'Amour
7. T'es ben mieux d'les ouvrir tes yeux

4488 de l’Amour is a new energy—yet at the same time not surprising—rawer, less rosy, more burning, less contained, more woman, less girl, but still just as cheeky and uninhibited, just like on the sœurs Boulay’s earlier songs. There are drums and electric guitar. They take up space, but not as much as the harmonized vocals and acoustic strings, and not enough to make your ears curl.

4488 de l’Amour is an album that doesn’t take itself seriously, that keeps changing clothes, that fully embraces its madness and its bipolar character, somewhere between melancholic folk songs and bittersweet pop from these two girls—sometimes comical, sometimes whiny, often in love with boys and not too happy about it. Delicate, floral, exotic, but also more boiling and assertive, more resourceful and dense than Le poids des confettis (2013), the album, once again embellished by Philippe B, is its logical successor. It talks about houses—the ones we have, the ones we are looking for, and the ones that no longer exist—but also about the people who live in them. It talks about distance, long travels, friendships, idealistic love, and disappointed love. It isn’t more mature, but it is more honest. It isn’t more serious, but it is more lucid. And it’s like a little refuge where it’s very sweet to live.