“Où sont les fleurs d'hypnose... Porno... Techno... Ma dose ?” 

PO-TOCH-KINE, three syllabes, one puissant sortilege. Of love and of anger. A pagan baptisme by a most equivocal duo. The dysmal chant of a powerful voice, the tense rhythmic tension of dance and techno. The incandescents lyrics of an interloped youth. The crude lunacy of a generation, generally, bothersome, Upsetting.. Potochkine is an artistic composition of the above rare to emerge in such a complete state. For the curious, the pair is sure to engulf one into their wicked, poetical, theatral world.

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Евгений Игоревич

SkyWalker Rules

anyanutaany

SAYF

queen of my living room

dark electro

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