By Marianina Patsa

Sam Sauvage: A Voice That Smells Like Rain and Sunrise

There are artists born into grand halls, following carefully mapped-out paths. And then there are those like Sam Sauvage, who carve out their own road—alone, in rooms filled with old posters and dreams.

Self-taught and a multi-instrumentalist, Sam grew up with the melodies of Gainsbourg and the watchful eyes of Jim Morrison staring at him from the wall. He began posting videos from his student room, playing guitar, piano, and synth, crafting sounds that sometimes echoed the old Paris, and at other times, the late-night hum of Los Angeles. From there, his songs traveled across social media, through festivals like Imagine Sweden, and onto the stage of “Pop Up” in Paris, where he proved that you don’t need much—just authenticity and soul.

His music feels like a black-and-white photograph that still holds the scent of rain. In See You, he sings: “She came into the bar, soaked from the rain / Were those tears from what I told her last night?” While in La Ville, he sketches the contradictions of the city: “At night I lose myself in bourgeois and commercial districts / I often feel the ground trembling under my feet—they call it hell.” With every lyric, Sam Sauvage walks the line between tenderness and loss. As he says in La Fin Du Monde: “It’s the end of the world / We didn’t see it coming / Give us a second / Before we land.”

His new EP arrives on May 23, 2025, and the world already seems ready to embrace him once again—a world where a simple moment in the bathroom (Dans la Bathroom) or a sip of creamy coffee (Café-Crème) becomes poetry.