former singer/guitarist of the band Les Princes Chameaux
Johnny Montreuil? What the hell is this mess again?
Boss, a horde! Operating as a duo: double bass, guitar/vocals, violin, mandolin, I checked.
Grim faces, bushy eyebrows, intimidating stares... True agents provocateurs, according to the latest report by the Musicoleric Police. Unapproachable. Dangerous. Punks. Yuck.
Nothing to hope for from this bad seed?
They say they're funny sometimes... Endowed with reason... Gifted with speech... But so unstable that after delivering the initial slaps in their songs, they mop up the victims' cold sweat: a kick in the pants – a caress – a joke – a second punch to the stomach – then the reassuring kiss to make it all better, and the music starts again... Unstoppable, these Johnny Montreuils on stage, genuine troublemakers sowing discord...
In short, three wacky, brawling yet funny guys. As light as barbarians, right?
Sure, two impulsive oddballs who put themselves out there, but they're hardly lukewarm! They play live, high-wire rock 'n' roll. No special effects. Their raw, direct sound goes straight to your head, believe me: instant addiction... And then their loyal followers say that Johnny Montreuil pushes back the night, beats fatigue, outruns the early dawn during endless concerts... Just like in Africa, Chile, or India, I don't remember... When sorcerers invoke the Heavens over vague stories of harvests, unfaithful cows, or sacred women, I forgot...
P.Malgloire .
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