Alexia Gredy, in real life, is sometimes shy sometimes unwavering and her songs sound like her.

Failing to choose, she prefers to explore instinctively and without disguise the emotional charge of her memory, to deliver a study on the nature of modern love and to draw her self-portrait: that of an artist in bloom in an era ending up confusing impulses and desires.

And even if she sometimes attacks her sentences in too short a breath, we remain marked by her moving weaknesses, always a veil, a candor, a deferred emotion where the intimate brushes obliquely, without ever revealing everything. Read more on Last.fm. User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply.