Cocodri plugs “Swamp Station” and builds a bridge between the two banks of an imaginary river. This fantasy wave is a bit like the Loire, it’s a bit like the Mississippi. We let ourselves float there, like the animal that follows the watercourse: this animal, the Cajuns call it Cocodri. Witness to encounters between cultures, the river brings back musical currents and flows the ink of many stories. It flows in blues waltzes. He sweats the bayou. It swells with swing. It's full of rock enthusiasm. It rustles with waves of old time, bluegrass, folk and rap from the towns and countryside it crosses. In a trio on the bank, Cocodri lets you hear it.