Les Enfoires heat up the Zenith

Being the reliable people that they are, Les Enfoires took possession of Zenith Strasbourg-Europe yesterday for the first of seven sold out concerts.

Smiles all night, from both the public, which was wooed in advance, and from the artists present on stage.

This traditional tour allows us to see that Coluche's spirit is still very alive thanks to his Restaurants of the Heart. Always looking for formulas where the show happens as a unifying force of an enthousiastic public, the bunch of Enfoires concerts has gone above the level of a cocktail program that stars wait on. The show has found its calling, even its distinction, through a back-and-forth of help and support of the association, whose mission has never been more crucial.

For joy and emotion

Back to the stage. Memory of a time when even those younger than 20 must know about it, the group of Enfoires repeats several oldies of French pop with several digressions towards international pop or rock, the whole thing nevertheless taking the form o f a musical with sketches, jokes... that night, it was all about piercing the secrets of Les Enfoires.

A public that goes above all for that: to get swept away by the words and the notes, for the sincerity and professionalism, for the joy and the emotion. A true definition of popular song.

The ramparts of an imaginary Middle Ages city were used as the set, panels slided, trapdoors opened and closed.

The crowd hushes. The notes of City of Light grabs their attention. Small boats arrive on both sides of the stage. Their occupants are dressed and masked to go to the Carnival. Venice? Bale? Then, then leave their boats to finish the song and show themselves to the public, who already, recognized quite a few of them: there are Jean-Jacques Goldman, Francis Cabrel, Nolwenn Leroy, Pascal Obispo, Maxime le Forestier, Michele Larque, Mimie Mathy...

The sign of more than three hours of timeless hits, that the public salutes them with a big round of applause, and even mumbles the songs themselves. The voices are accompanied by a solid group for a show alternating between ambiances that are sometimes sealed, and sometimes lifted.

When Les Enfoires redo the Wampas and their Manu Chao, rearranged for the occasion, or Argent, trop cher by Telephone, we hear the voices better. We hear more than this success blunted by habit, by the familiarity of it.

Elsa, Marc Lavoine, Frederic Diefenthanl and Francis Cabrel sang without difficulty a gripping Toi, la télé et moi.

Because, following the example of repertoire used, most of Les Enfoires know that these songs have their lot of common themes. And that the public that it is targeted to is commonly bashful. Anyway, the canvasses of the Zenith are still shaking.

JOEL ISSELE

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