Like a sunburnt memory of a summer never-ending, Muelsa emerges from the shimmering Parisian haze, steering Provence 98’s already fervent original onto a new course – one that twists through neon – lit boulevards and dives headfirst into the intoxicating unknown.
His remix of “Diriger la France” on La Menace Records pirouettes between epochs: it’s the cracked mirror where the jubilant, messy spirit of early-2000s French electronica winks at its still – untamed offspring. A stomping House heartbeat pulses beneath, stubborn and sure, while a synthline, all bleep and bravado, dances atop it like confetti in a mistral wind.
Provence 98’s signature cocktail of post-rock ardor and electro recklessness remains the skeleton of the piece, but Muelsa drapes it in new skin: shimmering, shimmering, always shimmering. Vocals, once defiant and drunk on self-mockery, dissolve mid-track into metallic whispers, like graffiti fading under the onslaught of time, only to reemerge brighter, rawer, and somehow more vital.
This isn’t merely a remix; it’s a manifesto written in footnotes and basslines, a love letter to a scene both gloriously bygone and defiantly reborn. Muelsa doesn’t ask whether the future is an echo of the past or an entirely new dance—he simply hands you the keys, hits play, and dares you to drive.
Words by Holger Breuer
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