Red Hot Chili Peppers have a blast, beware of indigestion
The return of John Frusciante to the American group revives a virtuoso alchemy that sometimes borders on unbridled profusion.
From left to r: Flea, John Frusciante, Chad Smith and Anthony Kiedis, the return to the formation of 1991 and 1999, that of the greatest successes of the Californians.
WARNER MUSIC
This group should have died a thousand times. In terms of longevity alone, a new Red Hot Chili Peppers album is as much a feat as an event. Long portrayed as gleefully goofy, fabulously gifted hedonists — when they weren’t just “California’s most muscled junkies” — here they are, approaching their sixties like Zen monks gorged on green tea, pink sushi and a respectability music, joining the idols of their youth in the pantheon of rock virtuosity. The guardian angels of the Red Hot Chili Peppers are superheroes.