We dance
We take drugs
We plug speakers
We are sad
We cry
We are angry
Frustration
Loneliness
We hate art and empty music
We are pretentious, ambitious, destructive, excessive and afraid
We are alive
We built our future
We play music
We collect machines
We want to stretch our bodies
We make noise
We protest
We think that politics is a daily engagement
We talk a lot about our condition, our relationships, our fears, people, money, art, music, dance, politics, how to change our world
We are drug dealers
We are junkies
We take anxiolytics
We are male and female
We are trans-gender
We hate other artists
We hate families
We studied in art school
We hate art schools
We are in competition
We talk about our weakness, cowardice
We don’t trust ourselves and we are overly conscious.
Our relationship, our music are cut off from the world but we need others, we need love
We dance with others
We make live music
We try to be radical
We practice day in day out, for long hours in pain, in the cold, together
Our music is physical
We are more and more visible
We feel stronger because we are several
We feel like a fortress
We get rough and heavy
We feel at war against society like Post-Punk
We hate clubs and art galleries
Art is dead, music is alive
We are Post-Techno
We are sensitive
We feel connected to other people
We are in the world
We sing together
We buy machines
We built a complex set-up like a weapon
Jungle
We are spontaneous
We try to live in the present
We are looking for accidents, errors, surprises
We improvise
We are focused on intentions
We record
We experiment
We are inspired
We manipulate sounds like matter
We watch the sky outside our studio
We are disciplined
We are nocturnal
We sweat
We dream
We hope
We are isolated
Our insanity, our sickness
We are lost
We play in a squat
We leave through the window to escape from the cops with our instruments
We are no longer confident
We are under pressure
We scream
We stop being polite
We broke the line
Our activity is not quiet
We embrace the sadness
Depression
We want to show our bodies
We hide our faces
We need each other
We are dependant
We hide one behind the other
We are protective
We are powerful
We shine
We share ideas and music
We are in search of something
We kill boredom
We burn
We are affected by one another
We are in trouble
We hurt each other
Less complex
We are a trance
We are awake
We want to rave
We are tired
We are agressive
We are in action
We are energetic
We are pathetic
We are ashamed
We are strong
We are sensual
We don’t have real jobs
We think that we are losers
We can’t stand the sight of each other
We don’t want to consider a possible end
Find the problem and find a solution
We make music to commit suicide or survive
We don’t know
We think that making music is a problem
We are friends, family, lovers
We are confused
We talk about love
We censor our desire
We are anxious
We are scared to lose the fortress
We stop dancing
We stop talking
We stop « we »
Nausea
