FluTTe en concert

So it fills the space, it unpacks, it becomes cyclothymic, it bipolarizes. And when it plays, it weaves a kind of neurotic French pop, with acidic and offbeat humor, punctuated by lyrical flights, cuteness, and outbursts of anger. Enough to slowly bring our little and big flaws back into view.
Power dynamics, lifestyles of the ultra-rich, saturation of our brains… their fragments trace an absurd thread to which he and she are suspended, like the last two leaves of a ficus fighting for their survival.
A burst of burlesque energy to breathe life into the struggle, with an F.