Sex’n’beats’n’rock’n’roll, voodoo guns, fatal dolls, synthetic drugs, super-zeroes, rusting needles, spaghetti-cyberpunk, self-destruction, acid tricks, zombie clubbing : Punish Yourself’s universe is a cheerful mess with no way out. If you want to enter (at your own risk !), drop your inhibitions... Techno-punk, industrial-glam, electro-metal, there’s no genre or trend to fit PY - it’s fun like a Russ Meyer movie, dark like a Romero zombie, fucked-up like a William Burroughs book - what’s the use of asking any questions?
After years of intensive touring (+ than 400 gigs throughout europe but also canada, with bands like Oomph, Epica, The Young Gods, Therion, Hanin Elias, Queen Adreena, The Legendary Pink Dots, Senser, Clan Of Xymox, Fishbone, Das Ich, The Skatalites, Anorexia Nervosa, Funker Vogt, And One, Motormark...), PY now stands as the reference cyberpunk band in the french musical landscape. Probably not because they’re smart or write clever songs, but mainly because they got an infinite talent for messing up anything and make hormones boil.
Goth, punk, ravers, rivetheads, metalheads, teenagers, old rockers, straight, gay, bi, everybody finds something to enjoy during their shows - shows that generally include full participation from the audience. Black UV neon-lights, glow-in-the-dark bodypaints, trashy cyber-pop-art scenery, the four members of PY are doomsday horsemen sweating blood, vodka and sex-sex-sex pheromones. And, if it wasn’t enough, there’s the incredible Klodia joining them with her magic metal grinder... + all the unexpected performers jumping onstage : when you go to a PY gig, you never know what’s gonna happen. Girls stripping, boys kissing, giant rabbits, naughty nurses - when the crowd tries to get wilder than the band, you can expect a high-level of comic-book madness. Finally, this is what it’s all about : a PY gig is a crazy comic book from hell, as if Jack Kirby was trapped inside a futuristic Titty Twister club. With more moloko...
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