-We, amesoeurs, are the children of this sad and metallic century; receptors

capturing the aggressive and unhealthy waves of the industrial era. We have always
been equally disgusted and fascinated by everything relating to cities and urban
lifestyle, that is to say the endless rows of grey and threatening buildings, the throng of
souls that they accommodate, the perpetual motion, the danger, the winding alleyways,
the smoky and dubious bars, old graffitis, train stations, casinos and other hostile
gaming rooms, the freezing neon lights, nightlife, technology, futuristic buildings, sex,
depravation, poverty, anxiety, filth, the suffocating smells of pollution combined with
sweat, shit and piss.
Human beings have been perverted, swallowed up by urban lifestyle, they have
sold their souls cheap. We live in a hell made of metal and concrete where frightened
men get lost and merge into one another like the insects of a gigantic hive. Shadows
amongst shadows, they more or less carry out their shitty jobs and then drown their
issues and sorrow in intoxication. Television, booze, cigs, and constrained laughs are
the ways to forget...
The number of degenerates and depressives is increasing each day, narcotics are
the latest fashion candies, streets are swarming with junkies and repulsive hobos, AIDS
has infiltrated syringes left on public benches. It flows along with drugs, sperm and
tears into the veins of the Metropolis.
We are neither intellectuals nor politicians and don't have any message to pass
on. We just want to FEEL, contemplate and ECHO the sound that the modern world and
its absurdities have inspired us with.
Amesoeurs is a spit, the only way we have to spew out the anxiety and
frustration tied to the difficulties of existence and the pursuit of happiness in our
modern society.