Discover a live session out of time and space.

Jade has only one dream, to go to space. Unfortunately, she is doomed to work in a hotel corrupted by religion, where the residents practice degrading and extremist cults. Witnessing sordid acts, she vainly tries to save a young woman who has been taken in and ends up putting her own life in danger.

In the middle of the night, a drowsy gas station attendant sees a woman driver pull into his gas station. An attraction for the stranger is immediately born, but they exchange nothing more than a glance. She drives off again and everything stops before it starts.

“Forlorn Hope” put into music the sad reality of a powerless witness in front of the exponential disaster of his planet. The despair scream of a complain through multiple dimensions : violence, insalubrity, cleavage. If the world slowly falls through destruction, are we inactive witness of an impending climate disaster ?

“J’écris des barres de rire, des mal de vivre
Ca part en vrille quand les gars parlent des filles
Dans les bagarres de ville où les barges frappent et chillent
Ca m’fout le mort quand mon équipe n’a plus le mordant
Quand les gars bougent la tête mais qu’ils font semblant
T’as vu c’est dur
C’est pas la mer à boire non plus
J’titube c’est sûr”