Omni Selassi now finally in French, with 80ies synthesizers and in good faith. But with nice memories from spring 2020:

«Gosh, Paris, favourite city. Picture the first concert, in this cellar about the size of a bathtub, arrondissement forgotten, where in the end all the lights went out just before the next day the nation went into lockdown.» – Omni Selassi

«frenchsong.»: it almost became a pop song. With hand-fed baroque harmonies, a strange porn saxophone offensive and amusing bongo interjections. Whatever, at the end things slip, the language breaks: it gets cold in Paris and night-time drops soon.