It was the kind of depressing day that could make you hate Paris, grey and miserable. It was Les Halles, a neighbourhood that didn’t help the situation, full of people rushing anxiously, glaring at each other, cars driving impatiently, honking their horns. I arrived to our meeting point late, where they waited in their coats, more or less protected from the downpour by their van’s door, restricted by the weather to playing in a confined space.
Papier Tigre likes to make noise, to use their rhythm. In the Take Away Show, their songs are stripped bare, more than usual – they succeeded in compensating for the absence of power by creating an almost mathematical rhythm, dry and rigorous. Confronted by drenched pedestrians taking shelter in the passageways of the Forum des Halles, accompanied out of the blue by tango dancers, just before being interrupted by the director of the médiathèque.
This is meant to be a quiet place, understand?
Translated by Tara Dominguez