A few albums, a few rounds, a live album to immortalize it all, broken-up and reformed line-ups: lots of things can happen in the life of a band over the course of fifteen years.Fifteen years is what Cotonete spent leaving indelible impressions on the barrooms, halls and festivals where they performed. Walls cracked by groove-heavy-saturated jazz-funk, halls pyro-engraved by incandescent horn sections, the air heavy with Brazilian humidity, shirts stuck to skin.Though happy to stay far from the recording studio, recent maxi-and EP releases convinced Cotonete to make an LP.Their first album, over fifteen years after their debut.The key was to get as close as possible to the passion and Parisian members of the band went to the studio to put Super-Vilains together. Intense by seventies jazz-funk, Super-Vilain's unspools imaginary movie reels, brass-heavy and illuminated by a constellation of black and white keys. Visit Africa and South America, zigzagging your way through the bustling streets of electrifying cities, suspended by moments of feminine grace. Guarani-Kaiowa Indians, vocal paths of the Guarani-Kaiowa Indians, before forest-devouring bulldozers reduce their existence to mere memory.Cinematic themes that bear the influence of Melik, the one you see only when the lights shine on the mixing board, a man intolerant of excessive deliberation and / or indecision Cotonete to the first album they so richly deserved and that their fans wanted so badly.Time's passing whims have never had much of a hold on Cotonete. Even if they have been involved in other projects (Akalé Wubé, Florian Pellissier Quintet, Camarao Orkestra ...), they have always remained the same. Therefore, after a maturing process of fifteen years, Super-Vilains deftly reveals the potential for improvement that a first album always stokes. Super-Vilains not only meets expectations. It surpasses them.