The first word that involves mind for anybody who has have you ever heard the name of Olivier Haudegond aka Didier Super’s music either on record or on-stage: provocation. Sheer provocation. Hardly any artists have got agreed upon on such brands as V2 or General with this act. Visualize a mixture of cynicism, irony, poor flavor, insolence, rude aggressiveness, crudity and, one must acknowledge, both poor music and poor singing. Just what exactly was it that produced Super’s indecent proposal therefore appealing that folks wished to hear him? The adrenalin hurry discovering the fear to be picked to look on-stage with Super and become performed a fool? The pleasure of seeing other folks found? to see Super’s amazing wit when it found destroying someone’s satisfaction? Or was it the breakthrough of the third degree laughter in the first 2000s? The reply lay in every of the propositions, plus, obviously, the warranty of an excellent laugh for anybody willing to listen to a complete Compact disc or sit down through an entire established with an open up brain. Three LPs had been released between 2001 and 2008, the next which was a revamped, a supposedly even more listenable version from the first, including his anti-poodle anthem “Petit Caniche,” but music was a second concern to Super who in fact managed to get as unsettling as it can be (grunts on poor synths, for some, with just a little punk acoustic guitar edge occasionally — Super originated from the punk picture), instead concentrating on the surprise tactics. For instance, he could take video clips of him performing “On Va Tous Crever” (“We are all gonna pass away”) before a medical center, “Y’en a Marre des Pauvres” (“I’m therefore bored with the indegent”) before among Paris’ priciest restaurants, or producing Indian people state “Many thanks Tsunami” in People from france to his camcorder. Overall, Super’s recipe place in “no-respect whatsoever” ethics, most likely the kind of laughter the first 21st hundred years was lacking, attractive to those that read or got read Charlie Hebdo, Professeur Chauron’s Hara-Kiri, remaining wing and anarchist pamphlets, or simply simply dug punk under any type.