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Gigs' Reviews : The King from Nancy ! (King Automatic - February 2020)

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KING AUTOMATIC, the 20th of February 2020, La Cerise, Saint Paul, La Réunion x Who the hell was that damned hippy, with his flip-flop shoes, his world music T-shirt and his exasperating confident air, who, not satisfied to try to chat my girlfriend up over and over, shouted at King Automatic with a camp voice, after he had been hit by a little sarcasm sent by the musician: You must be really sad to be so mean ! Another specialized social educator who knew everything about life ? Piss & Love, man! Whatever… King Automatic seemed to have given him a wonderful lesson of what world music - Exotica would rather be a less pejorative word - really meant. This one-man band from Nancy, France, has indeed become an expert in mixing raw rock’n’roll, dirty blues, cool French Yéyé, swampy garage, 60’s beats and mature punk with some catchy rock steady, flamenco, mambo, cajun, calypso or tasty African beats. I’m in love with looting any good music on a bitchy way , did...

Turning Round On The Turntable : Program, Puppy and the Handjobs, Brower, Traître

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Blast From The Past : Road to Brittany (Opération S + Bad Lieutnants + Lourds 5 - April 2004)

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Trying to get focused on driving... Not an easy thing to make with those three quirky jerks on board... Foxy Xav’s car-radio/tape was dead for months, so we couldn’t avoid his unstoppable talks on Tesla and other wacky conspiracy theories, while the two restless guys behind couldn’t help showing and frightening tourists - stuck in the 2004’s Easter trafic jams - with Foxy Xav’s self-defense baseball bat. Hopfully, they also had crunchy punk stories... This crazy journey to Brittany had quickly turned into an outer space travel since we had picked up the guys in Paris earlier in the morning.  Strange mixed feelings… The delight to share the road with the members of our then fav’ band, the irreprehensive call for an other nihilist punk week-end, but the pervasive idea that their world wasn’t really mine, that I was kind of an young intruder, that I was living this whole thing from above, like a ghost, and this haunting question again : what the hell was...

Shut Up And Play The Music Fanzine #1 Sold Out !

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After some misplaced arrogance and pride, lots of vanity and money loss... here they are ! The 50 hand-numbered issues, compiling the past year's work on the blog, are self-released !  Get quickly in touch to get one. Cheers !