.:: We are Enfant Terrible : electro, punk, rock with 8bit music ::.

We’ve been asked by Bertie from just like honey podcast http://justlikehoney.co.uk/ to be part of a compilation of covers of Jesus and Mary Chain’s big hit Just Like Honey. As all benefits will be returned to breast cancer care, a disease that changed life of so many people around us, we didn’t hesitate a single second!

so here is the cover we made

and here is the entire compilation

If you are this kind of people who buy mp3, let’s do it ! If you weren’t, due to the shut down of Megaupload, it’s maybe time to start !

Take care

Usually we sing songs in english. But with our new EP, “La vie est belle, mes enfants!”, recorded last summer in the french deep country, we claim our love in french to artists that inspire us by covering and/or translating New Young Pony Club, Gainsbourg, Dutronc, Beck.

La vie est belle, mes enfants - WE ARE ENFANT TERRIBLE - EP by pilrecords

Here is the video Clip we made by ourselves for CE QUE TU VEUX DE MOI, shoot in New York City.

Get the free mp3 “CE QUE TU VEUX DE MOI”, right here

Get the 4 songs on itunes

Today, our remix of TACO TRUCK - Rubin Steiner & Ira Lee - has been published through www.lesinrocks.com (a influent french blog).

There is no best day for telling you how we love Rubin Steiner !

Rubin Steiner + We Are ENFANT TERRIBLE = <3 by pilrecords

canada tour September 2011,

Sept 23 th = Live@Le cercle, Quebec City /w Cheveu
Sept 24th = Live@Metropolis, Pop Montreal /w Chromeo
Oct 1st = Live@the Drake, Toronto /w ourselves

xoxo

A song to you - WE ARE ENFANT TERRIBLE by pilrecords

when the bell has gone, I can’t go back home cause i feel bad
in my head there’s a melody, don’t know what is it
I play it loud
She took me very far away, a place i’ve never seen
that makes me mad
Where is my daily routine ? I give water to my plants
and make my bed

I give my song
Song to you
I dream of seas
waves of you

I took my temperature, I don’t feel very well
But i don’t mind
In my arm there’s a vain, a way to feel free
A lane i found

I wish I had a bicyle, he’s yellow and shiny
And I ride
I have no sunglasses, but I watch the lights
the brights I like

“Party Geniuses!” 14th April 2011, Heidelberg, Germany

These guys are party geniuses! Hanging out with them is a bit like being an extra in the best Benny Hill episodes. You have no idea how, or no idea why, but these are the guys who find the last bottle of vodka hidden behind the bar. These are also the guys who get offered a last shot of Jagermeister (or eight!) before going back to the hotel. It’s the same guys in the minibus who treat you to an exclusive, private performance of a future stillborn hit, mixed with shrieking/screaming/shrilling (do not cross out as applicable) “go straight, turn left, or right, I don’t know!! Ask the GPS!!” You didn’t like the chorus?, try to remember the one to “the gay fucking blue bue”!

Then these guys (hilarious!), a few minutes later, explain the American Football tackle by smashing you into a giant bush! #absurdity&scratches

But the touchdown of goofing around: an obscene scene with “Kranich”, the plastic, Chinese mannequin in the hotel foyer, involving making out, miming sodomy and belly laughs.

Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you the Kings of a good time: The Death Set!

Party Geniuses – Part II _ Munich, 16th April

Shit, I’ve just found a safety pin from a fire extinguisher (or a grenade) in the pocket of my denim jacket. And I have no clue about the why, how, where, when, howmuchdidIdrink, wehadsuchlaughs! The party geniuses, The Death Set strike again. After their show, they teleported us to a private birthday party where joviality and industrial quantities of alcohol go hand in hand.

I don’t remember all the details, but I’ve had a few flashbacks. So here it is, a gift, for you, for less than free: A Best Of the good times and great laughs & delightful fun.

#1 Very very early in the morning, with the everest of alcohol at its peak, I thought it would be a great idea to borrow a little girl’s bike to mess around a bit while waiting for the taxi. The result: a black eye, a little beard of scabs and broken glasses.

#2: It’s the second time the birthday boy has asked us to calm down. With hindsight (and a little less alcohol) I’ll willingly admit that the sight of a guy doing the splits between two chairs while playing the GipsyKings on an acoustic guitar could frighten a few people. But nothing had been broken (until then) so where’s the fuck up? Well, the fuck up comes at the exact moment that Clotilde tries out her best Fosbury Flop over the couch and lands half on the floor, half on the coffee table covered in empty bottles. Instead of thanking us for clearing off the table, they ask us to leave the party. Bastards!! Well, we got an extra credit when Johnny Sierra said he’d vouch for our good behavior. (The same guy, who, with Dan, destroyed my apartment a week earlier!)

#3: A giant plunger war in the kitchen! I admit that I was on top form that night. It’s not really an excuse but maybe it explains the youtube videos of a bunch of guys battling with toilet unblockers.

My life expectancy took a serious blow. But partying with Brooklyn punks in a cellar in Munich, well, that has to be worth a few month of your old age in a wheel chair!! Shitty Nappies!

words translated by Brendan O Regan