La Baracande

The Réveillez revisited in this way summon the frightened Devil, God returned to his moving solitude and the weather that is driving people mad because it has itself gone mad. In a great weave of joy, fear, laughter and gravity, constantly linking the profane and the sacred, they seem in turn to be traversed and worked by the sovereign barbarities of childhood, taken over by intoxication, struck by dementia.

Together, La Baracande and Sing Sing are looking for ways to contaminate each other, and how to tension the one’s sense of drama with the other’s inclination towards a kind of holy idiocy, a kind of comic liturgy. How to reconcile vitality, a taste for silence and a sense of noise, respect for melodies and a tendency towards vandalism, humble perpetuation and a desire for freedom.