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Rock'n'roll? You want some rock'n'roll? Traumatisme is its freaky incarnation.

Do you remember the time when bands like Twisted Sister, Alice Cooper, Mötley Crüe, Kiss, W.A.S.P., Judas Priest or Poison were the masters of the world? Did you think that the nightmare was over? You were dead wrong. And there is worse than that: all of these freaks of nature gave birth to the most monstrous and unlikely creature who could ever see the light of day, the one that your parents will love to hate and the one that your not-so-innoncent little sis' will secretly adulate. Well, so swap your last neurons with hairspray, teared leopard-printed jeans and a good old leather jacket, and let yourself go into the whirlwind of Traumatisme.

You can blame Traumatisme on everything. A bad taste in any possible way, a dubious humour, an alarming look, an über-kitsch imagery, simplistic songs with two or three recycled chords which have been heared a million times, ridiculous solos and unassumable lyrics; you can point a gun at him and say he's a dangerous madman, a loser, a brainless peroxide fag or everything else you want, get the facts: Traumatisme doesn't give a goddamn fuck! The Freak lives in his own world, and only the crazy people who wants to take a ride in it are welcome. Enter at your own risk...

Coming from a little godforsaken town in France, Nicolas Tifagne - his birthname - has decided to live his teenager crisis some years later, and to get down to work to realize his old child's dreams. That's how this colorful character has created his own universe, coming straight from a E.C. comic-book: a explosive mixture of hair metal, dripping punk and old school rock'n'roll. Add to this a generous amount of horror comedy, with a lot of dark humour, (self) derision and infectious good mood.

That is useless to search for a solution to the world's problems in Traumatisme's music. Indeed, the Blondie Zombie Rocker - as he calls himself - sings his love for rock'n'roll music, B-horror movies and freedom through instantaneously-memorable party anthems, destined to be yelled all together in concert. Riding on the ultimate "do it yourself" highway, "Trauma" has a lot of fun and enjoys being a class of his own, and he likes to play with rock'n'roll clichés, while vampirising them with a "glam zombie" twist. And even if no record company wants him yet (understand: he should be locked in a psychiatric hospital), Traumatisme, who raised a growing army of fans (nicknamed the "Freaks") through the years, is the living (dead) proof that nothing is impossible, you just have to believe in yourself and to use all possible means to succeed!

An odd against all gods, our superhero has decided to take up the torch which keeps the fire of rock'n'roll alive, and to launch a crusade for winning rockers, punks, hair permed glammers and young lambs' hearts. Maybe the music is not complicated and learned, but Traumatisme is sincere before everything else. And this is just of matter of time before that zombified Barbie gets his own Star on the Horrorwood Boulevard!

And now, the Blondie Zombie Rocker is proud to present his debut album, titled Horrorwood Rocks!, to the world. The album has been produced by the Freak himself with Divine, guitarist of Undercover Slut. And let me tell you one thing: with its ten freaky and sexy rock'n'roll hits, that record will surely become the ultimate object of your deepest desires!

Well, you wanna be converted? All right, so don't wait any longer: yell like a brainless scream-queen, get on your Harley and have some fun on Horrorwood's dangerous streets, the Freak Army wants you, baby!
A la Vie, à la Morgue!