Rudy and Doc discuss about the circus : now who gonna take care of your tigers ? Maybe Todd ? Oh no, this little kid is too anxious. Markus has fled, it’s the end for all of us. Kling ! What’s that noise which disturbing their conversation ? Listen ! Someone is breathing. They discover a man on the floor who’s bleeding. Ok, says Doc, we gonna help him. Knock, knock, knock, the door I unlock. I see you find some new friends my dear Doc ! Keep calm, it’s was just a joke. Doc brings two bums home, that’s rock !
Who, who do you think we are ?
What’s going on ? This place is my home. Can I just know, what have you done ? Ok, ok, I think I’ve got an overalls and I’m going to buy food, if I can’t be alone. Does he said something, yes or no ? Toc toc ! Nothing, his head is hollow. He needs to be on rest, can he sleeps here S-low ? Thank you man, we follow you, let’s go ! Seven on a flat, with Rudy, poor little cat and a stranger injured but for what ? For what ? Yes, for what ? But for what ? For what ? That’s what we gonna ask about !
Nothing on this man, is it better in the end ? Maybe we can integrate him with the band. Back at home, the guy is fucking up : paint on walls, music loud, break the tapes. Finally seats behind the drum, makes a roll and a beat, hits on da snare. What’s the shit with the kick ? It fits ! Everybody hits on the floor with da feet. Seven on the road, now we are complete.
Gavé aux protéines jusqu’à l’os, NOFLIPE déboule avec son hip-hop fluo et ses Riffs burnés. Entre break-beat furieux, accès de démence cuivrés et balades fiévreusement funky, le crew survolté dépoussière la fusion avec sa Fatfuzz.