
Alarma #14: Nene H, Manni Dee, Nicol
→ Sunday, January 11, 07:00 AM
Paris
What if in 2026, we let this grape variety breathe after years in the cellar? In a warehouse where every body vibrates and opens up, the bass rolls like a great vintage that is left to swirl in the glass.
On January 10th, ALARMA returns with a vintage crafted for those who love music to permeate, steep, and celebrate the intoxicating experiences that bring people together—those that loosen tongues and give rise to unexpected combinations. A vintage where three strong identities unite like a natural wine: complex, vibrant, and profoundly sincere.
NENE H is the wildest vintage. A ritual that fuses the sacred and the profane, intimate rage and collective trance. Anatolian influences and percussion that burns and spreads like red wine staining scarlet lips. Each set is a queer ceremony, a space for healing, a political affirmation. She doesn't play, she invokes. She doesn't mix, she fuses mind and body in a single breath. NENE H is the bottle you keep for nights when you need truth.
MANNI DEE is the backbone, the raw power. Metallic breakbeats and rhythms hammered with the precision of a London forge. Like a Zola of techno, his music speaks of the invisible margins and the anger inherited from the British working class. Today he expands his spectrum with FKA twigs in a versatility that gives him the strength of a dry, straightforward, radical wine.
NICOL is an explosion of fruit, a vibrant acidity, an audacious freshness. He shines with his hybridity: edgy techno, bursts of queer club, and the youthful exuberance of a rebellious child. NICOL doesn't try to tame the dance floor; he provokes it, he stings it. AÏE. Like the name of his collective. He surprises, he shakes things up with an almost dangerous joy, awakening what remains shy within us.
So, on January 10th, it's our nighttime harvest. Bodies settling tensions and breathing in the heavy scent of freedom. A communal vat where everything blends: genders, ages, backgrounds. No phones to filter the color. Just pure, shared intensity that no standard will ever be able to classify.
📆 January 10
🕘 11pm–7am
🏭 warehouse near Paris
📵 no photo no video
Translated automatically - see original description in French