Zaho de Sagazan has a singular, powerful voice, the kind that makes your hair stand on end. A deep timbre carried by electronic rhythms that blend Berlin techno and French electronica. Moving from whispers to screams, the 23-year-old artist pokes fun at herself, telling her own story and dissecting human failings with lyrics in French that are trenchantly sincere. Her words, draped in powerful melodies of subtle melancholy, plunge us into a shared intimacy, where we enjoy the delicious freedom to dance, think and be moved. Alongside the madness of Catherine Ringer or Brigitte Fontaine comes the moment when she returns to sit with her eyes closed at her piano, the faithful ally of her creations.