This week. Different years. Same band. 30 years on stage. Brussels based. Jaune Toujours.
Some weeks feel like call and response. A finger pointed. A crowd answers. A letter arrives years later.

2003 Brussels. A festival brochure tries to explain the sound. It almost gets there.
2005 Songs revisit their own city. Old words. New ears.
2011 Fan mail crosses the night sky. Moon metaphors. Big feelings. No irony.
2015 Stages indoors. Stages outside. Cold hands. Warm voices.
2016 Gent. Eyes wide. Megaphones out. Sing with us, or don’t. But don’t stand still.
2023 Brussels. Music meets speeches. Bodies gather. Accordions wait their turn.
2024 Reviews travel again. Borders stay open on paper.

Same gestures. Same insistence. Music as invitation.
Different places. Same week, stretched across time. We don’t archive the past. We carry it. Still playing. Still moving. Still open to the next room.