Maelifell's music is an assumed bedroom music, a music of the middle class and of teenagers equipped with microcomputers as well as mainstream musical instruments; beginner's guitars, family Yamaha keyboards, supermarket microphones and cassette recorders integrated into the HiFi system received for the Eucharist or the entrance to high school.

A music of lonely, bored, walking teenagers, who have little else to do but walk in nature, read, play video games or heroic fantasy role playing games.

As adults, we haven't changed much...

The life of a professional musician is an unbalanced life, like all artists' lives. Perhaps this disorder helps, sometimes, to create masterpieces. It undoubtedly helps to explore potentialities of existence that an average Frenchman, working and living a classical family life, can only imagine or glimpse. But is it really desirable to explore these potentialities – which are, after all, often akin to the ego-poisoning of excessive fame?

In contrast to this, bedroom music is ideally less that of a mediocre amateur than that of a gentleman who lives a well-ordered, complete life, where everything is in its place and with the priority it deserves.

His music is a part of his life, a flower in his garden; not a parasitic plant that gradually suffocates him.