The Wedding Soundtrack was at the beginning, a solo project going form suicidal pop to antifolk, where friends gave help sometimes. The man and his project have survived and come back with a new shape. The Wedding Soundtrack is now a trio. The six-legs beast pursues its running in music, pounces sometimes on stretchers, fires at its own ambulance and of everything (of the piano, the violin, the battery (drum kit), the banjo, the kazoo, limp with rhythm and lots of other thingummies). Naturally, the music feels the effects of it, in a waltz where furies make some hand-to-hand fight with sweetness, where we enjoy ourselves with despair. Simon (violinist of Luis Francesco Arena and one-man band of the group), Mathilde (drums) and Clement (voice and guitar) propose a music full of life with feast and hangovers, walks in the woods and shouts at night. The relative instrumental debauchery of the trio, puts up with minimalist intentions, short songs and an idea of demonstration as well remote from the group as, let us say, the atolls of Tuvalu are it of Combes la ville (French godforsaken).