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Rating: Let's try. Going to a concert of a band whose songs I don't know at all. All I know is that they took their name from a t-shirt belonging to the father of one of the band members, who had returned from a trip (I suppose from Tahiti in '80, ha ha) and that they are French, like Daft Punk and Air. But they have nothing to do with them. Tahiti 80 set up the tiny stage with an abundance of guitars, keyboards, and even a "noise maker" - typical of the English baggy scene - who occasionally also plays a trumpet (!). Who doesn't remember Cressa from the Stone Roses? Tahiti 80 makes a '60s pop, unpretentious, and surely they've listened to the Charlatans, as they demonstrate in the song that closes the set. Xavier Boyer's falsetto voice is irritating, their curly (!) and long (!) hair even more so. What I can grasp of the lyrics is disqualifyingly banal, school-level English and naive like "will you ever see me," "Don't waste your time," explained by the fact that the singer, although he pronounces well when singing, can't string two (!) words together in English with the audience, when he tries. Indeed, a French person. It seems they're adored in Japan. Indeed. PS they leave me totally indifferent and unfriendly, but I admit that technically they played excellently, like on a record. Good workmanship, but not honest. In the end, they packed up all the knick-knacks they had scattered on stage by themselves, with admirable efficiency, a real show (5/5).
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