FIERA

Fiera is an uncomfortable band. Beyond whether their musical references and tools are sharp or abrasive, it is their attitude, their lyrics and their overall stage presence that feel unsettling — and at the same time irresistible. Their discourse is built around filth — our filth. The filth of fears, insecurities and frustrations that we hide beneath carefully curated displays of happiness, fulfilment and balance in our occasionally polished lives. It’s the dust that gathers under the bed: once you dare to look, it becomes unsettling. Fiera force us to lower our gaze, confront it, even roll around in it — exposing that reality through a performance of brutal honesty, sharpened by an acidic, insidious sense of humour. That humour doesn’t soften the blow; it intensifies the confrontation, dismantling our defences and dragging us into the whirlwind with them. The oblique rhythms of no wave, the abrupt textures of industrial music and the boldness of post-punk defined their sound on their debut LP “Déjese Llevar” (2010). At the time it may have seemed like a side project or playful offshoot from the parent band Pony Bravo — but today it feels expanded and enriched with heavy doses of chaotic, unruly electronics — at once sensual and cutting — drawing lines that connect ghetto house with the wild experiments of artists like Jlin.