Grimaud writes songs like unsent letters—obsessive, elegant, and stained with feeling. His new album La Fin du Monde is not about healing. It’s about spiraling beautifully, losing control with grace, and finding poetry in collapse.

Combining retro-futuristic pop with French melancholy, the album moves through guilt, seduction, resentment, and emotional exhaustion. From the confessional quiet of Write My Mind to the ironic glamour of Tom Cruise, from obsessive loops in Coffee&Guilt to the cinematic finale Ms Rain, every song is a chapter in the same slow breakdown.

Based between Paris and his own overthinking, Grimaud turns flaw into aesthetic. La Fin du Monde is his first fall—and he makes it look good.