I ask a question: why is Kassav's zouk not considered as seriously as the Rolling Stones' rock? Why do my friends mock me when I listen to this group's records? Why, in France, have we never really wanted to delve into their lyrics, and why did we prefer to dance and laugh, laugh and not care? I want to know why I fantasize that Jocelyne Béroard and Jacob Desvarieux are actually my parents. I want to talk about Kassav as if it were an Assimil method for Creole, focusing on the decolonial struggle as the driving force behind their art.

Rébecca Chaillon