You’ve all had that moment when a band hits you hard without you knowing why. With Trahison, Karvane did it in 2020, not by accident, but because they were pissed off, and rightly so. Cristobal and Diego, two brothers-in-arms (not blood, but close enough), screamed into the post-pandemic void. And it stuck.
Now, they’re three. Stronger. Diego, once behind the kit, now howls like a man who’s finally found his voice: guttural, raw, never empty. No theatrics, just emotional wreckage. Didier, on drums, brings that precision only seasoned players have, the kind who’ve seen shows collapse into smoke. And Cristobal? He holds the low end like someone who knows every note carries weight, not too much, not too little.
Their sound? French rock that blows up without becoming cliché. Riffs that grab you like nails in the skin. Lyrics about betrayal, failed desires, bodies screaming for release. No slogans. Just truth, unfiltered. If you liked Mass Hysteria when they still felt dangerous, Lofofora before nostalgia took over, or Pogo Car Crash Control without the gimmick… you’ll get this.
So yeah,prepare. But more importantly: listen. Without filters. Without compromise.
Because sometimes, chaos is just clarity in motion.
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