Since then Mary* sings and plays guitar alone, flanked by a new band member, judged more reliable, named Sampler.
Because of this new companionship, she forged her style, animal, hand to hand with her guitar, she scratches, hits, pinches, and even sings inside her instrument, invites the beat box and then comes a jubilant joust versus the machine.
Before anything else, Mary* is a musician, implusive, sensual, at the antipodes of text songs; here, the inflection, the sound of the words through her voice come to serve the music, a soul phrasing, groovy rhythmics, a singing with afro hip hop accents, trip hop atmospheres, in the sills of Pauline Croze, Tété, for whom she performs concert openings, or those from Camille.
Like a lucky charm linked to her name, Mary* coupled her name with a asterisque (Mary uses a joke with french playword : astérisque et périls si tu l'oublies), probably to better break through the reserve that characterizes her.