Têtes Raides is a French group whose music reunites elements of french poet… Read Full Bio ↴Têtes Raides is a French group whose music reunites elements of french poetry, theater, visual arts and the Big Top circus antics to create a very particular brand of contemporary french folk rock.
The group was founded in Paris during the 1980s. Originally, they played music heavily influenced by the punk movement and depended on electric instruments. Their third album featured Anne-Gaëlle, a classically trained cellist, and marked a turning point in the group’s music toward a more acoustic sound. The group’s later efforts misleadingly took shape of casual folk songs while actually using stunning musical arrangements, experimental soundscapes and poetic lyrics rife with very dark humor.
Listeners find the influence of classic French musicians like Jacques Brel, Georges Brassens and Les Négresses Vertes.
The group was founded in Paris during the 1980s. Originally, they played music heavily influenced by the punk movement and depended on electric instruments. Their third album featured Anne-Gaëlle, a classically trained cellist, and marked a turning point in the group’s music toward a more acoustic sound. The group’s later efforts misleadingly took shape of casual folk songs while actually using stunning musical arrangements, experimental soundscapes and poetic lyrics rife with very dark humor.
Listeners find the influence of classic French musicians like Jacques Brel, Georges Brassens and Les Négresses Vertes.
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Têtes Raides Lyrics
Banco Quand le chien meugle L'ours barrit Le chat hennit Et moi…
Expulsez-Moi Je suis un sans-papier Expulsez-moi Je suis un ouvrier Ex…
Ici La nuit et le brouillard Nous rappellent à l'histoire Méta…
La bougie Je me suis trompé Je vous ai trompé Prenez-moi Vous pourr…
Les Autres Ça n'arrive qu'aux autres Une vie débraillée Une histoire …
Les Pleins Niché dans rien à qui va l'chien? La rue me va…
Notre Besoin de Consolation Est Impossible à Rassasier Stig DagermanJe suis dépourvu de foi et ne puis donc…
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Tam-Tam Il fait, il fait blanc, il fait rouge dedans. Cap au…