GWENDOLINE - Future Faces

Concert

November 26 features two bands with unique styles, somewhere between post-punk, cold/shlag wave, and poetic nonchalance.

🕯️ Future Faces weaves a dense and captivating sound, blending the raw energy of 80s post-punk with the dreamy coolness of modern cold wave. Their music resonates like a hedonistic dance in the face of the world's austerity.

🥀 Gwendoline arrives with their lucid disenchantment and dark humor. Their raw poetry, somewhere between provocation and nonchalance, shatters the labels we would like to stick on them.

📍 At Sat
🕗 Doors: 8 p.m.
🎵 Concert: 8:30 p.m. – midnight
💸 CHF 10 / CHF 5 with Sat card

An intense, unpretentious evening, halfway between melancholy and rage, where sincerity is played loud and clear.

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Artists

Future Faces

Hailing from Geneva, Future Faces emerged from the local DIY underground, fusing the post-punk energy of the 80s with the captivating coldness of modern cold wave. Their music deftly oscillates between ethereal sonic abysses and relentless industrial rhythms, capturing the essence of an era while reinventing it for a contemporary audience.
Since their debut in 2017, they have forged their own path with three personal albums and live performances of rare intensity. This multi-instrumentalist collective stands out for its bold, committed approach, challenging the rigid norms inherited from a productivist past. Their music embodies a hedonistic reaction to the austerity of the times, inviting us to dance and celebrate amidst the ruins of our times. Each note sounds like a cry of rebellion against monotony, each silence like a profound meditation on our shared history.

GWENDOLINE

Gwendoline’s music doesn't give a fuck. Doesn't make proper plans, as they keep telling anyone who’ll listen. Everyone will hear what they want on "C'est à moi, ça", new album by two Brest-based boys on Born Bad. Some would have them be Joy Division or les Béruriers Noirs. Some would brand them cold-wave, dark-wave, chav-wave, you name it.
We won’t.
You can’t sing that much about pub culture without paying your dues. Their first album was literally written on the counter. They have every right to shit on gyropod-riding suits when they’ve stolen their favorite bars. Just listen to "Le sang de papa et maman" to check from which well they draw the muddy liquor that gushes from this record. Though they won’t brag about it, they are definitely ripping new assholes to every social injustice warrior out there, with gusto