Here is what Rock En Seine festival says :
"Hailing from Lille (France), ROKEN IS DODELIJK compose an elegant indie pop.
Their songs are continually wavering between the dark romance of Nick Drake and the cool light of Belle and Sebastian, with a pinch of dEUS sweat.
The six band members are constantly switching instruments and sing with the secret desire to get your legs moving and your lips blowing smoky sounds.
You don't know it yet, but Roken is Dodelijk may have already written your favourite song..."
Here is what La Blogothèque says :
The city warms under the Rokens’ melodies. Hardly out of the metro, an invigorating version of “Jogging” and a crowded tunnel, then night falls. And so fast, too. Over several hours, we discover strange characters…all secondhand. Trading in a rich humor based on in-jokes that only they understand, the Rokens know how to make themselves likeable. A cool impression of levity, of not giving a damn. I have this image of French bands being sad and somewhat brooding. Blasé about everything, singing only about their teary-eyed despair. The Rokens have this energy and this pure joy that I’ve rarely encountered. Furthermore, they are in their city, their home; they take us around their streets, their dead-ends, and their memories of Christmases.
Night fell. Time to say goodbye happened long ago. But we’re still there, telling each other that, really, Paris isn’t as good as this. Sure, the Rokens could quit this whole band thing and open a tourism office in Lille. That day was an appetizer-entrée-dessert kind of day, and we were all smiles as we headed home. With extra dessert, actually, since Fonzie, the singer, rode in the backseat on our way back.
We did have to sleep with loads of people to get these reviews.