An occult punk spirit buried beneath layers of sonic rage, welcome Jonny Teardrop.
Quarter Israeli, quarter Sioux, quarter French and quarter bones, also goes by the name of CRAVE.
Often to be found thrashing on the ground like a grand mal tornado with vocal chords blasting out raw, distorted screams that linger in the air like phantoms followed by an orgie of ecstatic synths and guitars.
Some ghosts & growths from a childhood, in a Twin Peaks like city outside Paris, other more recent scars & glories picked up on the way.
By prose, collages of image & sound, black & white Helvetica, whatever story he’s telling, it’s high on depravity aesthetisied intimacy and manic growls.