After the electric jolt of last year’s debut single, Chaos, Corpus Delicti returns with A Fairy Lie, something deceptively quieter. The track begins soft, almost intimate, before unraveling into something raw and unsettled, a universe simmering with tension. It pulls you in, revealing the band’s knack for walking the line between light and darkness, a duality they’ve danced with since Twilight. That contrast, like a tightrope stretched from the beginning, remains taut. A Fairy Lie echoes with the early echoes of Nick Cave and Leonard Cohen, those dark troubadours who mastered the art of the quiet, cutting revelation, but also brings to mind Peter Murphy’s solo work.
It’s a song that lets the unease creep in. The calm, in appearance, gives way to something deeper—an undercurrent of conflict, the tension between the serene and the storm. Corpus Delicti knows how to stir up that uneasy space where beauty meets brutality, leaving you balanced on the edge of both.
The lyrics of A Fairy Lie lay bare life’s brittle edges, its promises like whispers in the wind—fleeting, false. Pills and passing fads serve as metaphors for the battle between holding the reins or free-falling into chaos. The song stares hard at the thin veneer of reality, where life’s temptations, like a “fairy lie,” unravel at the seams. But amid the wreckage, there’s a rallying cry for resilience, a reminder to stand firm, to save yourself when the world spins out of control.
The video moves like a dream-turned nightmare, a delicate duet between the band and an airy, feather-filled realm. Soft at first, those feathers drift like fragile hope—until they fall, one by one, like dead leaves caught in the dying days of autumn. As the tension tightens, the band surges into those crushing chords, like a storm on the horizon. Thunder rumbles, lightning splits the sky, and the chaos roars to life. The destruction those fairy lies bring is laid bare, raw and real, as the storm crescendos. It’s a vivid portrait of life’s betrayals, the fragility of belief crumbling beneath the weight of its own illusion.
Watch the video for “A Fairy Lie” below:
In 1992, from the sun-drenched streets of Nice, Corpus Delicti emerged—Sébastien’s vocals sharp, Franck’s guitar blazing, Chrys’ bass brooding, and Roma’s drums pounding with primal force. Their debut Twilight in 1993 hit like a dark revelation, a sound uncommon in France, yet full of raw energy and moody melody. Post-punk met something deeper, fiercer, and it spread like wildfire across Europe and the US. But by 1997, after two more albums, the fire dimmed, and they disbanded, leaving behind a legacy that still flickers in the dark.
Since their blazing return in 2022, Corpus Delicti has held tight to the pulse of a growing audience, drawing in new faces and fresh followers. Their dark allure stretches across borders, filling venues from Mexico City to London, Paris to Madrid—each show a sell-out, each stage another victory. Thirty concerts in all, each more triumphant than the last. The flame flickers fiercely in the hearts of fans, young and old, as the quartet ignites the crowd with every chord, every verse.
Despite their hiatus, Corpus Delicti’s popularity burgeoned steadily, ultimately leading to a momentous reunion two decades later. They joined forces with Cleopatra, poised to reintroduce their oeuvre to the world. (Regrettably, Roma’s health constraints rendered her unable to participate, prompting the inclusion of Laurent Tamagno from M83 to assume the drumming duties.)
Come late 2024, they’ll sweep through Latin America, cutting a swath from Peru to Colombia, Costa Rica to Mexico, headlining festivals and sending their haunting sound into the humid night air of Mexico City. The band has their sights set on fresh material, ready to dive into the studio and build a new album from the ground up. There’s no rest for these restless souls. The future is waiting, and Corpus Delicti stands at the edge, poised to leap once more into the fire, taking their fans with them into the unknown.
Listen to A Fairy Lie below and order here.
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