"The Tuft evokes the sainfoin : it is a scattered composition of wild grasses on a remainder of culture, thus by metaphor, the name given to a brass band composed by greenhorns and boeotians who, by opposition to these wild grasses, would remind us a bucolic bouquet of natural sounds. There will be then some efforts to provide for the harmony of the whole set."
(Etienne, Hotel Pergola's manager, Metz 2004)

"Hardly far from cacophony, here is the very interactive brass band of the tuft which entailed in its sound trail, about 50 blowers of free air, parents, pupils and teachers of municipal school music.
Each of them shouted for the first time of his life in all possible outfits of wind instruments, bugle, snorkel, corn, trombone. And on place Thiers, there was even a movement of rather gymnastic set where mouths were used as drums' rhythms commanded by a strange guru, a musical magician covered with magic bells."
(Sud-Ouest News, Arcachon, may 2003)

"Rhythms resulting from a strange elsewhere, which transported the audience into a metal world... Complete worship for a new music, it was the brass band of the tuft in action."
(Est Républicain News, Vandoeuvre 1998)

"After 60 minutes of rehearsal, the short-lived members of brass band of the tuft launched their concert in "trumpeting C". On rhythms pulsed by a loudspeaker loaded on a bike, the one-day musicians go to meet Saint-Gaudens' fauna. La Saint-Gaudingue is gallivanting through the city. The ensemble has nothing to envy to the last thunderstorms."
(La Dépêche du Midi, Saint-Gaudens 1998)

Sounds, movements, poems, spaces are our materials; they do not base themselves in a spectacle, but appear in the simplicity of our collective energy.
(Festival de la Luzège, Lapleau 1998)