Garage Rock’n’Roll from Switzerland – still not dead, still not sorry.
They came from the quiet hills of Lausanne with fuzz in their hearts and bad intentions in their pockets. In 1996, three misfits – Michel, Julia, and Tanguy – made a pact sealed in feedback and cheap beer: start a band, make it loud, and never look back. That band became The Giant Robots.
Three decades later — yes, 30 years of rock’n’roll exorcism coming in 2026 — they’re still on stage, still playing like they’ve got one minute left to live, still turning every crowd into a twisted, sweaty mess.
The songs?
Two minutes. Three chords. One purpose: salvation through noise.
From their first show at Club Abraxas to their latest tours across Spain, Germany, France, and the Underworld, The Giant Robots have never stopped preaching the gospel of fuzz, beat, and mayhem.
The lineup today:
Michel – the voice. The rhythm. Equal parts garage prophet and broken amp.
Guy – lead guitar. His solos have been banned by NATO.
Julia – bass. Tough as nails, smooth as hell.
Tania – keys. She makes the Farfisa scream like it’s 1965 in a haunted Parisian nightclub.
Fabien – the new kid on drums (joined in 2025). He hits like a factory on fire.
Forget origin myths. Yes, there was a cow called Milka, a failed surf attempt at Château de Glérolles, and some shady campus radio tapes. But what matters is the sound: raw, wild, unfiltered rock’n’roll with a Swiss twist and a Latin punch.
From their first 7” “Introducing…”, to the fuzzadelic LPs “Invasion”, “Super Robots”, and the cult classic “Too Young to Know Better… Too Hard to Care” (released on the infamous Voodoo Rhythm Records, of course) – these maniacs have never let up.
They recorded “Delightfully Refreshing” (Soundflat Records) at Toe Rag Studios with analog wizard Liam Watson – five days of tape-saturated garage yéyé madness.
Then came “Fuzz You” (Groovie Records) in 2024 – mixed in Spain by Jorge Explosion, featuring the Italo-ripper “Avanti la Macchina” and more teeth-rattling hits for the next apocalypse.
The Giant Robots have toured Europe relentlessly, leaving behind broken strings, ringing ears, and confused customs officers. They’ve played with the best and slept on the worst floors.
2026 is the year of their 30th anniversary, and they’re putting together a show that’ll blast open your head and kick out the ghosts of every dead dive bar between Lisbon and Leipzig.
Still wild. Still alive. Still Giant.
“ If you ain’t gonna dance at least after the 3rd song then you definitely need some Viagra action up your Butt’’ Reverend Beat-Man, 2006
