JackDupon is a casual [rough?] quartet who, as a slap in the morning [in the face?] attempts to drag his world in an adventurous and twisted journey as can be a mob riding without brakes the slopes of a fiery volcano.
Cartoony singing, neurotic guitars, bouncy basses, drums [gently?] uninhibited, JackDupon transforms the stage into a theater of therapeutic screams and automatic poetry.
JackDupon has been around for almost 10 years, trolling ideas [fixed?], he has parked his JackMobile at the four corners of Europe, put his amps on stages in the east American scenes.
The loads off a Rock, always in opposition, always experimenting, always moving, ramshackle rock lying at the frontiers of Prog, Punk, and Noise of Zeuhl, a mechanical avantgarde whose deranged mind prevents it from accepting any compromises whatsoever.