Of the one that makes us worship images like idols.
We can see them, but they are not.
An aesthetic episode 4.
A pop atmosphere with pastel scents combined with a warm groove to make us travel in this universe of pretence, always marked of the seal of the melancholy, like a fingerprint.
A fragile folk ballad evoking Sting, Tamino or Radiohead and a work of goldsmith always so neat on the arrangements and sound textures that are now his signature.
