Who said disco’s dead? Seriously—who? If someone still believes that, they’re either way out of the loop or just too scared to expand their musical taste. And honestly? That’s just sad. But hey, I’m not here to throw shade. I’m here to share good music. Music that moves you.

Enter: Clara Luciani and her 2018 stunner “La Grenade.” A track that doesn’t just blend pop and disco—it owns it. Pulled from her debut album Sainte-Victoire, this song is a masterclass in modern French pop with retro roots. And once you’ve heard it, you’ll know two things for sure: disco never died, and Luciani isn’t done with it anytime soon.

Here’s a heads-up for my fellow Montrealers: Thursday, June 19 at 9:00PM, she’s playing a free outdoor show at Francos de Montréal. And you better believe I’ll be there, front row vibes only. Last time she came to town? I missed out—those tickets were gone faster than a vinyl restock on Record Store Day. So this time? Redemption. Under the stars. With basslines.

Now, let’s talk about why “La Grenade” slaps so hard.

First, the production: it thumps. The bassline? Relentless. The tambourine? Crisp. The drumbeat? Steady and infectious. Together, they form the heartbeat of the song, laying the groundwork for something big. And then—those synths. Subtle at first, but building with a grandeur that erupts in the chorus, like glitter falling from the ceiling of a neon-lit ballroom.

And then there’s Luciani’s voice. Warm, rich, and delicate—but with a core of steel. There’s restraint in her delivery, but also power. She glides through the melody like she’s been doing this her whole life, making every word feel both intimate and epic.

This is music that belongs in Parisian discothèques. Picture it: lights dimmed low, bodies swaying, no one’s talking, no one’s showing off—just surrendering to the beat like it’s the last night on Earth. That’s the kind of energy “La Grenade” brings. Pure, ecstatic, almost cinematic.

And here’s the thing: it sticks with you. Maybe it’s that hypnotic rhythm. Maybe it’s the melody that just won’t quit. But walk away from it, give it a few days, and suddenly—boom. You’re humming it in the shower. You’re tapping your foot in line at the grocery store. It’s in you now.

So yeah. If you’re looking for proof that disco’s alive, well, and speaking fluent French? Clara Luciani’s “La Grenade” is it.