Thincœur redesigns the barriers between the musical genres. Building up a hybrid hip-hop imbued with surrealism to animate his introspections. When the angel touched his lips, voices burned in his head. The kid would tell stories to a tree, he would draw the covers of imaginary movies that only the moon would see. Thincœur records his voice for the first time on an old tape recorder and finds a way to be heard. He sharpened his expression between the conservatory and the urban art, to dress it up with synthesisers, electronic percussions, emotional waterfalls and Baudelaire-like poetry.