J’aurais Pu Être by Homicide Volontaire: A Raw Punch to the System
Yo, let’s cut straight to it. J’aurais Pu Être ain’t your typical rap album that just vibes in the background while you scroll through Instagram. Nah, this is some gritty, no-filter French hip-hop that grabs you by the throat and demands attention. Homicide Volontaire comes at ya with conscious bars over beats that hit like a freight train—no frills, no sugarcoating, just pure unfiltered truth bombs.
The standout track for me? Easy: "Dans Les Yeux Des Enfants." This one’s haunting as hell. The beat creeps up on you, slow but heavy, like footsteps echoing down an empty alleyway. And when the lyrics kick in, damn… they’re sharp enough to slice steel. It’s about seeing the world through kids' eyes—their innocence getting crushed under society's boot. You feel it. Like, really feel it. Not many rappers can pull off raw emotion without sounding corny, but Homicide nails it here. Every word feels earned, every line punches harder than the last.
Then there’s "Plus Rien Ne M’étonne," which slaps hard too. This joint’s got this grimy bassline and these eerie synths that make you wanna look over your shoulder. Lyrically, it’s all about numbness—how life beats you down until nothing surprises you anymore. Dark? Hell yeah. But also real AF. The flow switches halfway through, going from steady and measured to straight-up explosive. By the time the track ends, you’re left breathless, wondering what just hit you.
Props to Dely for the artwork too—it’s dark, abstract, and matches the vibe perfectly. And whoever Beri is (berifik@hotmail.fr), mad respect for managing this project. Self-releasing ain’t easy, but Homicide pulled it off like a boss.
Now, here’s the kicker: listening to this album feels like staring into a mirror where the reflection shows everything ugly about society—and yourself—you’ve been avoiding. Conscious hip-hop doesn’t always age well, but something tells me J’aurais Pu Être will stick around. Maybe because it doesn’t try to be perfect or polished. Maybe because it’s honest as fuck. Or maybe because deep down, we all need someone to call out our BS once in a while.
So, if you’re looking for bangers to flex to, skip this. But if you want music that kicks you in the gut and makes you think twice about your choices? Cop this ASAP. Oh, and don’t forget to crank the volume. Trust me, it hits different loud.
P.S. If Homicide Volontaire ever drops merch, I’m buying it—even if it costs my last euro. That’s how much this album slapped. Peace.
