These two brown-haired men, one of whom is a shade of grey, sing about spleen with biting irony, in explicit and poetic language.

The melodies are haunting and the head moves on an elegant and racy electro-pop.

The words are like percussion that hits the belly. It stirs and makes you laugh. Love, kids, death, sex…

Rouquine likes James Blake and Boris Vian, Alt-J and Orelsan.

In live performance, Rouquine takes off, far away country and wide open spaces, but the rhythms are more muscular and we always keep our bodies moving, feet on the ground.

Playing with urban codes on current themes, Rouquine dusts off the song and takes its audience by surprise.