Mansion’s Cellar is a psychedelic garage/rock quintet that manages to blend danceable rhythms, energetic riffs, and ethereal tracks. Their music is patiently woven into the fabric of the DZcity Rockers family and infused with sounds gleaned from around the world. The mansion’s cellar is not just for a select few. It opens up unexpected worlds. The kind of cellar that takes you through foreign lands to the attic. And what do we bring back from our travels? A few treasures of Ottoman lutherie and American brass instruments. They have been spotted around the world surfing Saharan waves, celebrating Teutonic festivals, and running distant archipelagos.

A group with a maximum compass opening, one of whose dry points is always planted in the same place: 88, rue Louis-Pasteur, 29100 Douarnenez — Les Loco’s. The starting point for their adventure of meaning (and nonsense): an electric basement and underground radiance. This address is the only geographical indication we can be reasonably sure of. For the rest, mapping out Mansion’s Cellar requires more than just a rough guess. It’s because they frequented the bagads, they babble in every direction, they sand their surfboards on every rock in their bay, and they know the GPS coordinates of their favorite bars that these guys manage to find their way around. For Mansion’s Cellar, cherishing a home means already being transported elsewhere. Far from a paralyzed localism, knowing where you’re coming from allows you to lose yourself wherever you want. They build this uniqueness by digesting certain codes of psychedelic rock—music with a strong sense of melody, open to other instruments, which knows how to deconstruct songs and even make them last—while drawing closer to current post-punk, and even pop accents. The whole thing is rooted in unapologetic psychedelia, inspired by the great freedoms opened up by King Gizzard and their microtonal experiments, with a touch of the raw energy of the Oh Sees. From the North, we steal a little British cool with an eclectic taste for The Last Shadow Puppets and Fontaines D.C. From South Australia, we draw inspiration from the psychedelia of King Gizzard. From there, we logically make a detour to the Middle East and the Balkans, bringing back saz solos and that unfathomable clarity that makes us prick up our ears and sway our hips. And finally, we borrow from the American West the raw energy of the Oh Sees, but also the hypnotic layers of brass band-style saxophone that confirm the takeoff. There’s also a touch of electro rock, in the vein of Acid Arab or Fat Dog—big productions + big energy = big live shows. The same causes producing the same effects, this beautiful kaleidoscopic profusion, this unique musical signature, produces a guaranteed effect, like 2 + 2 = 5.

Formed at the end of the world, in a village on the road to nowhere, it is the world that has come to them. And they know how to welcome it. In front of old rigs from all corners of the globe, on cosmopolitan fanfare stages or to celebrate the cinema of oppressed peoples, Mansion’s Cellar gives profusely, as they were taught in their homeland. This generosity on stage is not folklore: it is an active principle. Their live performances are pure yac’h—that overflowing vitality, that contagious health that acts as a startijenn. A clever mess committed to an audience that is made to dance, explode, and circulate.

With a hundred dates already under their belt, each time they perform, they bring the same festive urgency and infectious energy that transforms their concerts into collective celebrations. Malo, Louka, Axel, Lény, and Thomas formed Mansion’s Cellar in 2022, with the ambition of delivering sunny, psychedelic rock with oriental accents.

Their first milestone was the release of the EP Faces Sag Like Melted Wax in May 2024. This was followed by support from Run ar Puns (Châteaulin) and sponsorship from Les Trans Musicales de Rennes, which has already enabled them to perform around a hundred times, culminating in a remarkable performance at Le Liberté in Rennes in December 2024. These guys have been together since their teens, sharing an intimate knowledge of their paradise (artificial or not) and a desire to play (whether they’re being silly or not—they know all about sh*tshows). In short: a place (Douarnenez), a method (have fun and share it). The seriousness came later, by chance, when they realized how productive their crystallized complicity was.

On February 6, 2026, their first album, Shtshow*, was released. It bears the mark of an acquired and varied freedom, opting for a multidirectional approach: they test, they probe, they try. It’s a slightly chaotic laboratory, the finely organized mess of a bunch of guys who refuse to deny themselves anything. A resolutely warm and festive opus in which the band embraces its taste for chaos, expansiveness, and contagiousness. There are also more standardized tracks, with highly identifiable choruses that arrive after 30 seconds.

The lyrics speak of the happiness and difficulties of being together and creating that precious harmony that is still to be found, but whose deep joys we can guess at thanks to the saz and synths. A contagious energy runs through every track. These jack-of-all-trades take us from straightforward rock with “Sh*tshow” and “Mid Mid” to the more tortuous emotional meanderings of “Rendez-vous” and “Wide Awake?”, ending the journey on the dance floor with “Disko Paulig.” The track ‘The Branch’ sounds like a polymorphic and polyphonic synthesis of the project: it’s the track that puts collective singing to the test, a moving test of strength for five branches that prove to be solidly intertwined. Because while beauty is accidental in nature, friendship and hard work are not. And despite their strong desire to party, Mansion’s Cellar steer their ship without sparing any effort, proving that you can have your head on your shoulders while turning it upside down.