She arrives. She yells. She sings.
LA TÊTE is a techno-assembled creature, noisy, ill-mannered, and proud of it. Kim Giani — the guy behind Les Clopes, Jean-Pierre Fromage, and fifty albums that no one asked for but everyone needed — wrote custom songs for her. The result: an improbable concert that looks like nothing you’ve seen before.
9 giant mouths that think they are backup singers. A stage manager trying to survive. And LA TÊTE doing whatever she wants.
Tonight it’s Sans filtre. Same format as the “Half-tire Half-Punk” version (for the kids) — except that here, no one pretends to be good. The jokes are taken up a notch, the decibels too, and Troussasex is in the setlist.
Nature / Sushi / I don’t understand anything / Vitry Voltage / 3km-h / La Tête Président / Totally disco / Kate Bouche / Troussasex / Totally disco / I don’t want to do stuff / Why does the chicken cross the road / Robot Rhapsody /
Come or don’t come. She doesn’t care. But you’re going to miss something.
