Poni Hoax

Poni Hoax


Poni Hoax are not a local hype but an urban legend. Poni Hoax are not an infant disease but a tropical virus. Poni Hoax are not a soap opera but a spectral odyssey. Poni Hoax are not a placebo but hard drugs. Poni Hoax are not a bottle at the sea but a war declaration.


Too good to be true! The conjunction of whatever Western civilization offers best in terms of debauchery, excess and exotic beverages with a unique musical kinship and knowledge.

This happens once a millenium this side of the channel and the Joakim-produced Budapest EP is here to give testimony of the legacy this band is set to leave.

The gang of Laurent Bardainne, Nicolas Villebrun, Vincent Taeger and Arnaud Rollin met up at the Conservatoire Nationale de Musique and formed the most respected group of guns for hire on the Parisian marketplace.

When not engaged on tour with middle-of-the-road acts with disgusting tastes in music and no usage of underwear, the quartet gathered in an obscure Rive Gauche basement to practise and rehearse Poni Hoax's exquisite art.

A chance encounter with Franco-Cambodian fugitive Nicolas Ker at an 18th district juice joint led to the ultimate development of their unique synthesis.

With Behemoth shaped ambitions and short tampered livers to go with, Poni are ready to take on everyone from Franz Ferdinand to Modern Lovers, from Esg to Arcade Fire, from Kylie Minogue to Serge Gainsbourg.

The richter scale just moved in dowtown Paris.


2001. Time is suddenly frozen, within a few seconds the angels of the apocalypse are among us. Laurent Bardainne doesn’t have the patience to wait for the end of the world : he founds Poni Hoax.
2005. Poni Hoax rise from the ashes. Their first single, «Budapest», is a dark prayer to the cathartic power of disco. One only rule : let’s dance on their graves.
2006. «Poni Hoax», first album. The single «She’s on the Radio» is an electro-pop hit dedicated to the one who’s everywhere to be heard and nowhere to be seen. The band imposes itself on stage as a rocking dancing machine. Some describes Poni Hoax as a dreamed collaboration between Nick Cave and Giorgio Moroder. Maybe.

A Frankenstein composed of complete different body parts :
We know from them that :
They are not like-minded individuals.
They gather instinctively.
Some of them met ten years ago at the Jazz conservatory in Paris.
They burned the Academy and forgot their music theories in order to breathe.
Rock n Roll saved their life.
A Second album produced by Tigersushi head Joakim, where a French band is not just a French band, reaches supersonic speed, breaks all boundaries and conquers the world.
2008. «Images of Sigrid». Joakim is again at the control but everyone pulls the triggers. This second album is a collective work joining the dots between pop and avant-garde, rock and electronic music, disco and new wave, R n'B and ambient, just like its great predecessors Roxy Music or the Talking Heads. One thing remains constant through these 13 tracks, the will to write everlasting pop songs, universal anthems like «Antibodies», «Hypercommunication» and «Crash Pad Driver»..
In the myst of this digital megalopolis, you'll meet a few ghosts : a suicided painter, a young girl who believes in happiness, and all the ones who remained quiet when you begged for forgiveness.
« Images Of Sigrid » confirms a presentiment : Poni Hoax is the best thing that ever happened in France since the legalisation of abortion and the end of death penalty.
Therese D’Avilla : «There are more tears shed on fullfilled promises that on those who are not.».
God listened to «Images of Sigrid».



Written By: Guillaume Teyssier

Like a walking dog shifting by the flow, easy slider wants to blow in Budapest
This endless feeling follows ghostly, and vicious as a plague you know where we are now? in Budapest
A chest with no breath creeping through a darkness
an iced game of chess melting in the shallow bath- of Budapest
Building a gambling house in my head
near the castle a cold hunter layyyys
now watch out , it's coming on..
tokaj running in my veins, what was soaking is now croaking in Budapest
snipper holes across partitions of my soul
street-cars tearing up the skies of Budapest
travestied gods, transylvanian guns
i do hear and see surely i should run far from Budapest cave- accordeons they taste my flesh
and in fast motion, men are mean, mean mean and mesh, Budapest!
i may have a few contacts but no peace i could find and the burning sinagogues are lightnin up aaaall of Buda-pest !
paranoid express through excess and excess here i am just a guest who doesn't
need to be blessed in Budapest
watch out now, alright.
paranoid express take a take a deep breath i don't wanna be blessed buda buda buda Budapest!
sui-cide lusts and noone is really to trust i am the hider the midnight rider in Budapest.
Christ pantocratises me, cool blood is mine in Budapest.


2008. Images Of Sigrid (album)
2008. Hypercommunication EP (single)
2007. Antibodies EP (single)
2006. Poni Hoax (album)
2005. Budapest EP (single)