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Horla

Horla is two guys. In their twenties. One, Ervan, raven-brown, straight hair. The other, Loic, blond, wild locks. They talk fast, finish each other’s sentences. Cut themselves. Complete an idea. They’re symbiotic, united like two sides of a coin. Heads. Heads. Inseparable. We understand that there’s a chemistry between them, an alchemy even, and that they came out of the same cauldron as the duos we love so much: the Kills, the Sparks, the Rita’s, the Casseurs flowters.