Sebkha Chott [New Artist]

Sustained by a music oscillating between Frank Zappa and Magma, Mr Bungle and Fantômas, between 70's prog and 21st century's extrem metal, the story - the prank should I better say - of a dictatorship based on Mekanik Metal Disco's vinyls production and the aversion of the mustache. A crazy and resourceful tale, lead by those 8 notorious raving mad haunting the stage and setting fire to the audience with their enormous energy and their scathing, cynical and out of boundaries sense of humour...

The strolling world of Ohreland takes place when Sebkha-Chott lands on stage. Lead by Wladimir Ohrelianov II's [bass] orders, the audience becomes the common people of Ohreland: falling on their knees in front of the Ohrelander pope Benoit Popol II [keyboards], the brother of the tyrant, slavering of envy (or jalousy) in front of the appealing and pernicious courtesan Yüla Slipovitch [drums], liquefied of desire (or complexs) in front of the cute and silky haired pirate Capt'ain Roses [guitar], impressed by the science and the increasing madness of the old crazy wise man Professor Siphon Troünezohle [samples/machines] and his brilliant finding: the Albino Rastafarï pretentiously named VaGoDor Deu Sahpun [saxophones], or else drinking a glass of rhum with the milician friend who cancels the parking tickets and that we would all have had as a friend, Tzom Trümb [Trombone], rhum served by the exotical and sanguine merovingian pimp Jules Lefranc-Gaulois Kaïser [percussions]. Honour is then made to the Mekanik Metal Disco for the length of a set (1 hour and a quarter or more) without any concession, punctuated with improvised theatral interventions and thus in perfect adequacy with the terrestrial actuality. The atmosphere regularly switches from broad jokes to nigthmares, following the rythm of the exacerbated faults of the tyrant and his flocks, to finally end up with a very unlikely outcome.

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