Eurocks, for me, is more than a festival—it’s a pulse. It’s Paul Simonon’s legacy echoing through the cables of a mythical web radio I built with a friend, Alexandre. It’s late-night interviews with Louise Attaque, Diplo, and the zany hum of Mr. Oizo. It’s a whirlwind of sounds, a wild embrace with Major Lazer, the smoky allure of Amy Winehouse, the raw grit of Arctic Monkeys, and the cool whispers of Sting. I’ve loved it all.

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