Brussels-based, failed goalkeeper-turned-painter-turned-cameraman-turned-musician, Leo, doesn’t seem to be afraid to leave his faders in the red zone for an unorthodox period while repairing the pitch knob. Some say it’s disco for night janitors. Some say it’s glam-rock for ravers. Others haven’t found the time to listen yet because they work at DEEWEE.
But to fully grasp Leo Vincent's essence, imagine yourself sitting in the home cinema of the late Marc Bolan while watching a documentary on Scatman John, directed by Jacques Tati and scored by Ween, using only the instruments of Cabaret Voltaire.
