Behind this brilliant name are members of Pneu, Mr Protector, and Headcases who have adapted Creole rhythms to noise sounds; it's the meeting of hot and cold, of curves and right angles. What should clash, cause a storm, or form a black hole, goes down smoothly, without a hint of apprehension. Fugazi has placed its hands on La Compagnie Créole's hips. Such a disregard for cultural boundaries is exhilarating; we won't go so far as to say that the recipe could bring world peace, but why not? Francky Goes To Pointe-à-Pitre has managed to build a bridge between Chicago, Bamako, and the Antilles without ever having set foot there. Devoid of vocals but certainly not of groove, the band summons the devil during limbo sessions fueled by Piña Coladas. Musically, we're talking about uncompromising "heavy coupé-décalé" infused with transcendental power-zouk.