Garage/punk band (Marseille, France) returns with a 3rd single taken from their debut LP out in September 26th via Howlin’Banana Records, Idiotape, Ganache Records. FFO: R.M.F.C, Prison Affair, Gee-Tee, Tee Vee Repairman

Childhood dreams faced with adult disillusion, a love for the city’s chaos and its frantic pace: Technopolice feels at peace witnessing its ambitions fall apart. Driven by an infectious riff and an endless groove, this new track sets the tone for a forthcoming sweat-soaked album. In Marseille, a new scene is emerging: intense, adventurous, and electric. Technopolice is a fast and off-kilter quartet, bringing together musicians from a host of other rising French indie bands, including La Flemme, Flathead, Avenoir. The band caught fire in 2024 after attending a few memorable shows as simple spectators. Just a handful of gigs were enough to ignite the spark. Australian, German, and Spanish punk/garage/egg punk acts like R.M.F.C, Autobahns, Ghoulies, Prison Affair, Seggs Tape came to Marseille on tour shaking things up and redefining stage presence… this isn’t punk like it used to be, it’s fast, weird, joyfully chaotic. That’s where Technopolice found their path. Written, instinctively arranged, and rehearsed until the right tension was found, band’s debut album, is both furious and playful. The guitars sometimes fade away to make room for 16-bit-sounding synths, evoking both Gee Tee and the Mario Kart soundtrack. The tracks alternate between ultra-fast punk bursts and slowed-down sequences on the edge of no wave. The lyrics, often in French, oscillate between urban absurdity, social irony, and raw energy. The recording took place in the countryside, cut off from the rest of the world, surrounded only by microphones, instruments, and cables. No click track, no cheating: everything was played live to preserve the band’s raw energy. The album was recorded by the Pollen Session crew, a natural collaboration guided by a shared aesthetic: dirty sound, honest attitude, and straightforward approach. The result is visceral, unpredictable, and full of life. ‘Chien De La Casse’ sounds like neither a revival nor a copy. It captures a specific moment, one where a band channels outside influences into something unmistakably local and new. In Marseille, in 2025, Technopolice screams from the junkyard, and the echo hits hard.