His entrance on stage polarizes all gazes. Made up, costumed, made-up and damn disillusioned, Samir Kennedy drags his melancholic clown carcass while sowing in his wake a decadent beauty that one feels at any moment ready to tip toward monstrosity. Angel or fallen king, bearer of an overflowing sensuality that throbs beneath his shabby appearance, he brings together in one body majesty and human vulnerability. We find ourselves plunged into an end-of-evening atmosphere to witness the stubborn dance of this trash Sisyphus, struggling against the terror, absurdity and boredom that the world drains. Intoxicating like a last lap before the apocalypse, Chaos Ballad draws the audience between concert, wild cabaret and prophetic nightmare.