On Wednesday, May 16, some had to make an appointment with Cannes for its first day of the festival, but others still chose to fill the Lino Ventura Theater in Nice to the brim.
As highlighted by Romain Vigna, the director of the venue for the past 7 years, Arthur is the artist they have programmed the most there. But this year is special. This year, it’s full. This year, Arthur H is taking off and offering us an excellent album, “Baba Love.”
We set the stage and play hangman. Arthur’s keyboard is hidden under wooden planks that support a lamp to illuminate him when he moves to the struck strings. On top, a white sheet that he tears halfway through the concert. Around, the instruments await their masters: drums, bass, electric guitar, synthesizer, and saxophone.
Dressed all in black (not forgetting the fine sequins of his costume), Arthur H steps onto the stage with a giant bulb in hand to light the faces in the front row, followed by his musicians to start this beautiful evening with “Ulysse et Calypso.” One of the finest discoveries of this new album. We, too, unbuckle our “seat belts” and follow the singer into his universe, right from the start of the concert.
From New York City to paradise (which is Chinese), Arthur H embodies the music, particularly on this haunting track that completely captivates the audience, with hair and eyes. A song at the peak of its originality, at the peak of its art, that raises goosebumps in an atmosphere between sensuality and darkness, with almost metallic guitar riffs and a voice that is articulate and light. A marvel. The keyboardist and guitarist move their manes, rhythmically bouncing like reeds with jerky motions.
Each track from the new album is obviously played on stage tonight, with a few bonuses, like a surprising “cover” rewritten in his style, as an encore. Because, of course, the audience hasn’t had enough. They want more. Arthur returns alone for a piano/vocal piece whose first bold, cheeky notes create an instantly catchy refrain. But wait… doesn’t that remind us of something? We imagine ourselves at night, “on the high rooftops of London,” dancing with chimney sweeps. “Chim chim cher-ee…” but of course! It’s a tune from Mary Poppins. And once again, shivers are guaranteed with this melody readapted for an intimate stage and lyrics à la H. Indeed, a night full of lovely surprises.
The interludes did not detract from the performance, with an artist making his audience laugh, talking about “change,” and “gathering,” while acknowledging (perhaps considering the local election results) “well, it’s not won here yet to gather you all,” without any aggression, just with humor. Arthur convinces.
Hats off (black) Mr. H. You have certainly found your way/voice.
