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OUR FIRST MUSIC VIDEO, THE AUTOMATONS, IS OUT TODAY

Tue, 22/04/2014 - 18:18


Our new single, “The Automatons” is out today!
We’ve made the track available for free download.
Find out more about the Automatons and our Neon Noir Stories.

We’d like to give our warm thanks to Jonathan Belin, Alexandre Sitter, the Lock Groove Studio, Vincent Leignel, R3myboy (mix and master) for their collaboration.

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THE AUTOMATONS – TEASER #2

Thu, 17/04/2014 - 20:54

More about Neon Noir and The Automatons:

http://www.pan-aurora.com/?p=361

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THE AUTOMATONS ARE COMING OVER

Tue, 15/04/2014 - 17:27

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THE NEON NOIR STORIES – PREFACE

Thu, 10/04/2014 - 17:01

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EN

Dear You,

I would like to tell you more about Neon Noir and our new music video, “The Automatons”, which will be released on April 22nd.

I shall first apologise for the sketchiness of most of my recollections, as regards my dreams and the following course of events. I am afraid my memories have proved very faulty of late. I hope this will not seem too confused. The idea was to give you an inkling of how Neon Noir was born.

I could not tell when exactly I first started dreaming about this city. Surely I was still living in Brittany at the time. In this dream, I am standing on the pavement of a very narrow street, by the entrance of a restaurant. The place is crowded and lively, its loud hubbub only slightly muffled by the front doors. I am waiting for someone. I am waiting for a woman whom I do not know yet. Still, I can already sense, instinctively, the power of her beauty, like an earthquake quietly growling under my feet. I have never seen her but I know I would recognise her straight away. I peer through the windows in hope to catch sight of her, at first to no avail. I cannot recall clearly how but I eventually get to see her. Is that her seated, wearily resting her head upon the palm of her right hand? Would she prod my shoulder from behind in order to gently surprise me? In that case one’s imagination can readily go wild and it makes one question the very nature of memories, especially while remembering dreams. At some point in my dream she disappears and I end up getting lost, treading along a wire fence that hinders my exploration. Beyond the wire fence, a piece of waste land stretches towards the horizon.

I awoke feeling haunted by the atmosphere of this strange city. Its colours, so vivid, so powerful, still linger in my mind. It feels like ever since, every time I was bewildered by some lady’s beauty, I was reminded of the mysterious and timeless figure of the woman in my dream. It pains me not to be able to describe her features with accuracy. Such beauty differs from the calm and appeasing aesthetics of a landscape. Her beauty was fragile, dangerous, urgent, a poison that tasted delicious.

Sometimes it strikes you as irrational yet utterly obvious. It reminds me of Haruki Murakami’s famous epiphany in 1979. Haruki was watching a baseball game when one of the players struck the ball majestically, achieving a “home-run”. At this very moment, when the thud of the bat resonated in the stadium, Haruki instantly knew he would write his first novel “Hear the Wind Sing”. Isn’t it intriguing how two apparently unrelated events might become connected? By which means was Haruki struck by such certainty? I could not explain to you why I think the dream city of my slumbers shall be called Neon Noir. It simply sprung to mind, bubbled up and made perfect sense. Once lost in Neon Noir, one feels equally remote and distant from oneself. One feels struck by a blurry feeling of déjà-vu, fuelled by memories we dare not remembering.

Back in the winter of 2012, I was living in Brussels, sharing the most peculiar flat with a lovely actress from Switzerland. Such a strange place it was! The flat was squeezed under the rafters of a concrete building (read appallingly ugly) on “La Rue Haute”, a street wedged uncomfortably between the touristic area of Les Sablons and the popular (read rather dodgy) neighbourhood of Les Marolles. The whole city looked glazed, petrified by the cold. All colours seemed blurred out by the glum winter lights and all you longed for was to stay in bed, wrapped up in a warm blanket, wrapped up in reveries. One of those icy nights I had another dream about Neon Noir. I am again waiting for her, this time by an ivy-laden fountain. I can still hear the sound of water trickling from the beak of the bird-shaped statue, corroded, misshapen by the years. I can still feel the cold hauling my shoulders and tensing the muscles in my neck. The water is crystal clear and still one cannot see the bottom of the basin, which appears as dark as a well. I am not wearing gloves and hence clap my bare hands to warm up. I breathe out wafts of steam to help me pass the time. She is late and I am unsure how long I will have to wait for. She never shows up. I wrote a short acoustic piece about this second dream, entitled “Seleghi’s Park”

“How long have you been waiting? / Frozen to the bones / By the ivy-laden fountain / Dried up to the stones”

Not so often, but regularly dreams of this city recurred. When the following autumn neared and upon my return to Lille, I decided to take some time off work and focus on my art. Having all this time on my hands felt a little daunting. This is when I actually took to write about Neon Noir. Why? Because there was nothing else for me to write about. I thought it would be a good idea to invent a few characters and have them explore Neon Noir with me.

Neon Noir is unlikely to ever be released in the classical format of an LP. Seeing it as a puzzle, we thought it would be much more interesting to start sharing it with you story after story, chapter after chapter, in a filmed form, in no chronological order. Who knows, maybe someday we will piece them all together? How long will it last for? I am still writing the Neon Noir stories and am still looking forward to being influenced by your feedback. I am uncertain this might ever come to an end. Here’s the starting point: a middle-aged man, named Indigo, falls asleep on a train and wakes up in a city called Neon Noir. He first meets Gilbert, a clair-obscure character whose intentions are unclear. While feeling lost, many a thing in Neon Noir will find echo within him. People, lights, places, glances, allude to memories buried deep.

How about the Automatons? In this chapter, recounted by Gilbert, Indigo has fallen ill.  He encounters two automatons that may possess the key to unlock his recovery. We will discuss this in more depth later.

We hope you will enjoy our Neon Noir stories.

With much love,

Jordan

FR

Cher Toi,

J’aimerais te parler de Neon Noir et de notre première vidéo, intitulée « The Automatons », que tu pourras visionner  à partir du 22 avril.

Je m’excuse à l’avance du caractère brouillon et confus de ces quelques lignes. Ma mémoire me joue des tours récemment, tout particulièrement quand je rappelle à moi certains rêves. J’espère que tu arriveras à me suivre et que tu comprendras quelles prémices ont motivé mon écriture.

Je ne pourrais pas te dire exactement quand j’ai commencé à rêver de cette ville. Je vivais encore surement en Bretagne à l’époque. Dans ce rêve je me tiens devant un restaurant. L’endroit est bondé et l’ambiance animée. Un bruyant brouhaha se fait entendre,  étouffé par les fermetures intermittentes de la porte d’entrée. J’attends quelqu’un. J’attends une femme que je ne connais pas encore. Je peux déjà sentir la puissance de sa beauté, comme un tremblement de terre grondant tendrement sous mes pieds. Je sais que je la reconnaitrai au premier coup d’œil même sans même l’avoir jamais vu. A travers la fenêtre, j’arpente du regard l’intérieur du restaurant dans l’espoir de l’apercevoir. Je finis enfin par la voir mais je ne peux me rappeler ni quand ni comment. Est-elle là assise, l’air las, le menton délicatement posé sur la paume de sa main droite ? Est-elle derrière moi, tapote-t-elle mon épaule de manière à me surprendre? Mon imagination s’emballe et je me retrouve à questionner la nature même de ces souvenirs, entre rêves et fabulations. Elle finit par disparaître et je me perds dans la ville. Je longe un haut grillage, une clôture interminable qui m’empêche d’explorer le reste de la ville. Derrière ce grillage, un terrain vague à perte de vue.

Je me suis réveillé hanté par mes visions de cette ville étrange. Ses couleurs, tellement vivides, si puissantes, perdurent encore aujourd’hui dans mon esprit. A partir de ce moment, chaque fois que je me retrouvais confronté à une quelconque beauté, je ne pouvais m’empêcher de contempler avec nostalgie l’image de la femme de mes rêveries. Il me peine de ne pouvoir m’en souvenir avec précision. J’aimerais être capable de te la décrire mais cela serait mentir. Je sais que cette beauté n’a rien à voir avec l’esthétique calme et apaisante d’un « beau » paysage. Sa beauté rimait avec fragilité, dangereuse et urgente, un poison au goût délicieux.

Parfois les raccourcis les plus irrationnels semblent les plus évidents, telle la fameuse épiphanie vécue par l’auteur Haruki Murakami. Alors qu’il assistait à un match de baseball, l’éclat de la balle contre la batte compliqué d’un « home-run » déclenchait chez lui une vision d’évidence : il allait écrire sa première nouvelle, « Ecoute le chant du vent », en 1979. Comment cet évènement d’apparence anodine a-t-il pu déclencher un tel écho ? Je ne pourrais pas t’expliquer pourquoi cette ville irréelle dans laquelle mon inconscient m’a plongé s’appelle Neon Noir. Ce nom m’est venu à la bouche comme une évidence. Neon Noir m’inspire des sentiments ambivalents, une étrangeté à la fois distante et familière, une sensation de savoir sans se souvenir, un sentiment de déjà-vu.

Hiver 2012. Je vis à Bruxelles dans un curieux appartement en colocation avec une charmante comédienne suisse. Un endroit bien étrange! Je vis coincé sous les combles d’un hideux bâtiment bétonné de la rue Haute, elle-même coincée entre le quartier touristique des Sablons et celui bien plus populaire des Marolles. Toute la ville semblait vitrifiée, pétrifiée par le froid. Sous les mornes lumières de l’hiver, Bruxelles avait perdu toutes ses couleurs. Dans de telles circonstances le mieux que l’on pouvait espérer était de rester dans son lit emmitouflé dans ses rêveries. C’est durant une de ces nuits glacées que j’ai à nouveau rêvé de Neon Noir. Je l’attends encore, toujours la même femme, à côté d’une fontaine recouverte de lierre. J’entends le son de l’eau ruisselant du bec d’une statue qui devait avoir la forme d’un oiseau, ses formes érodées par les années. Je sens le froid glacial me tirer par les épaules, tendre les muscles de mon cou. L’eau semble claire comme du cristal mais le bassin de la fontaine plus profond qu’un puits, son fond caché dans l’obscurité. Je ne porte pas de gant et je frappe des mains pour réchauffer mes doigts engourdis. Elle est en retard et je me demande combien de temps je vais devoir l’attendre. Elle ne viendra finalement pas. Ce rêve m’inspira l’écriture d’une interlude acoustique, intitulée « Seleghi’s Park ».

“How long have you been waiting? / Frozen to the bones / By the ivy-laden fountain / Dried up to the stones”

Depuis lors d’autres rêves se déroulant à Neon Noir se sont produits. L’automne approchant je décidai de prendre un sabbatique pour me consacrer un temps à la musique. Avoir autant de temps était un peu intimidant! C’est alors que j’ai vraiment commencé à écrire à propos de Neon Noir. Je ne voyais pas ce que j’aurais pu écrire d’autre. J’ai voulu mettre en scène différents personnages avec qui je pourrais explorer la ville dans ses moindres recoins.

Nous ne pensons pas pour l’instant sortir Neon Noir sous un format album. Nous avons pensé qu’il serait plus intéressant de vous délivrer chaque histoire comme un nouveau chapitre, illustrée d’une vidéo. Peut être pourrons nous un jour réunir toutes les pièces du puzzle ? Dans tous les cas ces histoires sont toujours en train d’être écrites. En voici le point de départ : Indigo, un homme d’une trentaine d’année, s’endort dans le train et se réveille dans une ville d’allure inconnue. C’est à la gare centrale de Neon Noir qu’il rencontre Gilbert, un individu clair-obscure dont les intentions sont douteuses. Bien qu’il s’y sente perdu, Indigo va être frappé par de nombreux échos à ses propres souvenirs.

Et ces « Automatons » ? Dans ce premier chapitre, l’histoire prend place après qu’Indigo soit tombé malade. Deux automates vont venir à sa rencontre et pourrait posséder le remède à son étrange maladie. L’histoire est narrée par Gilbert. Mais nous en reparlerons plus tard.

J’espère que vous prendrez plaisir à découvrir nos « Neon Noir stories ».

Amoureusement,

Jordan

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PAN AURORA TO SUPPORT ELYSIAN FIELDS AT AERONEF, LILLE

Thu, 27/03/2014 - 14:44

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Honoured to support Elysian Fields next tuesday at L’Aéronef Spectacles Sans Gravité!

Mardi 1er avril nous aurons le plaisir d’assurer la première partie d’Elysian Fields à l’Aéronef!

J
FB Event: https://www.facebook.com/events/1378287462419937/

Tickets:  http://www.digitick.com/elysian-fields-pan-aurora-concert-l-aeronef-euralille-01-avril-2014-css5-aeronef-pg101-ri2275532.html

 

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PAN AURORA ANNOUNCE SPRING TOUR DATES

Mon, 24/03/2014 - 22:16
Spring Tour Dates

Spring Tour Dates

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PAN AURORA PRESENTS: THE NEON NOIR STORIES

Thu, 20/03/2014 - 20:23
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PAN AURORA TO SUPPORT IS TROPICAL ON SEPTEMBER 23

Mon, 16/09/2013 - 14:28


Is Tropical

EN: Hey lads, we’ll be supporting English trio Is Tropical (Kitsune) on september 23d at La Cave aux Poètes in Roubaix. Exciting if anything!

FR: Les amis, nous joueons le 23 septembre en première partie d’Is Tropical à la Cave aux Poètes de Roubaix. Notre premier concert de la saison!

Facebook Event

Tickets

 

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NEW LIVE VIDEO OF PAN AURORA PERFORMING AT SECRET SESSIONS

Thu, 29/08/2013 - 16:38

PA at secret session 2013

EN: As some of you may have noticed, we happened to be playing the Nuits Secrètes Festival on August 3d. They were kind enough to invite us after the gig to their well-known Secret Sessions. Being given 2 hours to write, perform and record a brand new song with their team of musicians, we came up with this mellow pop track entitled “A Bit of a Punk”. I personally enjoyed the experience immensely. Especially considering that jamming is at the polar opposite of how we usually work. Special thanks to Jeff (guitar), Mathias (backing vocals) and Thibaut (drums) for playing with us.

Here’s the live footage of this written-on-the-spot tune. We hope you’ll enjoy it! Please give us some feedback.

J

FR: C’est le 3 août dernier, alors que nous nous promenions sur le site des Nuits Secrètes après notre concert, que nous avons eu la chance d’être invités à participer aux Secretes Sessions. Le concept était simple: nous avions 2 heures, bien installés dans le théatre Léo Ferré avec les musiciens de l’équipe, pour écrire et enregistrer un nouveau morceau de A à Z. Délicieuse expérience pour ma part, brisant radicalement avec la méthode de travail habituelle pan auroresque! Voici la vidéo live du morceau. Nous espérons qu’elle vous plaira et n’hésitez pas à nous donner vos retours. Remerciements tout particulier à Jeff, Mathias et Thibaut.

J

 

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PAN AURORA AU FESTIVAL LES NUITS SECRETES 2013

Wed, 24/07/2013 - 11:36

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Darlings,

Pan Aurora sera présent au festival Les Nuits Secrètes!

Rendez-vous le samedi 3 août à 17h45 sur la scène du Jardin à Aulnoye-Aymeries.

Summerily yours,

J

PS: Find line-up below;

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HEAVY EYELIDS LIVE VIDEO @ L’INTERNATIONAL, PARIS

Sun, 21/07/2013 - 23:26

Best Beloved,

It’s been too long since I last posted something around here! Last week we played L’International in Paris with our mates G Y M. What a show! We were thrilled to see how receptive and enthusiastic you guys were during the gig. To thank you guys, here’s a live video shot by Dark Globe (http://www.darkglobe.fr/) of our tune “Heavy Eyelids”.  J

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Ephemeron’s lyrics

Sun, 02/06/2013 - 19:13

Hi Everyone! I’ve just uploaded all the words sung on our last EP, Ephemeron. By the way we’ve got some great news coming up so stay tuned! ;) J

Ephemeron's cover art

Ephemeron (released 12th May, 2013 on Monopsone)

Sky Drops

Haven’t you heard the rain, tiptoeing to your door?

Wouldn’t it take much more to wake you up?

Haven’t you felt the pinch, the needle stuck into your bones?

Wouldn’t it take much more to wake you up?

I should yell out the names you whispered in my ears

Would they shake you out of slumber dear?

If you kept your eyelids shut down, my poison would fuel this bonfire, bonfire (x2)

When the tip of our tongues entangled, twisted tight

A soothing taste appealed to me

If you’re ever to sail back from your reverie.

I’ll welcome you with open arms.

If you kept your eyelids shut down my poison would fuel this bonfire, bonfire (x2)

 Z

Cast away, yet unabashed

Enjoy the scene before the clash

Strands of hair, underwear

Frozen tones

Lying dead among the ruins (repeat)

Now here I am roaming around

Our bitter waves now crawling underneath my feet

Gathering up the pieces of you scattered everywhere

(x2)

My frowning face, taunting grimace

Failed to replace your silly laugh

All I could say, all I could do

Twisted my knife deeper into your wounds

Deeper into your wounds

Deeper into your wounds

Wait for your true self to be revealed

(deeper into your wounds)

Your quirks are way too noisy to conceal

(deeper into your wounds)

Write down all the sins we used to share

(deeper into your wounds)

Please read them aloud now if you dare

(deeper into your wounds)

Now here I am roaming around

Our bitter waves now crawling underneath my feet

Gathering up the pieces of you scattered everywhere

(x2)

Heavy Eyelids

 Set ablaze the flame long gone

Blow the ambers till you’re out of breath

You say let’s wait until nightfall

We’ll be struck by the feeling again

Should your eyes tame the flickering lights?

Or be teased by the swaying tide

Let the perfume… linger, linger in the air

 At the crack of dawn I heard your sigh

At the end of dusk I found

Burning ashes swirling in the air, swirling in the air

Set ablaze the flame long gone

Blow the ambers ‘til you’re out of breath

You say let’s wait until nightfall

We’ll be struck by the feeling again

Should your eyes tame the flickering lights?

Or be teased by the swaying tide

 First the smell then come the fumes,

I can feel the pain but cannot see the wounds

Wonder when you locked me in

On the windows your fingers left some misshapen maps, I cannot figure out

Is it your way to tease me?

A burst of laughter through my teeth

Would I rather choke? Or would I rather burn?

Is it your way to end this?

 At the crack of dawn I heard your sigh

At the end of dusk I found

Burning ashes swirling in the air, swirling in the air

Fact

As soon as I walk in I’m already lost, I’m already lost for words

As cruel as the beast I feel prone to beseech when I sense that the time has come

Your eyes, they gaze at me

 As soon as I walk in I’m ready to burst, I’m ready to burst apart

Would you be so kind to dim out the lights so you’re not unprepared to watch me

Conduct my own demise, explode before sunrise

At last when I blend in and handle the talking my face wouldn’t stop to blush

I try not to stutter the lies I should mutter the words I’m allowed to say

I’ll keep my hands still I promise

Keep my tongue still I promise

Keep my fangs still I promise

Keep my tongue still I promise

I…

I pray you to let me unwind

 As soon as I walk in I’m ready to burst, I’m ready to burst apart

Would you be so kind to dim out the lights

So you’re not unprepared to watch me

Conduct my own demise, explode before sunrise

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Our track “Fact” remixed by Quaisoir

Mon, 20/05/2013 - 20:26

We’re honored to have one of our tracks remixed by our bandmember and friend Guillaume (aka Quaisoir). Sit back, close your eyes and enjoy its atmospheric take on our track “Fact”.

 

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Ephemeron is now on board

Thu, 16/05/2013 - 00:15

Ephemeron is now available to stream and purchase on all digital platforms!

Bandcamp

Itunes

Spotify

Deezer

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