Alphonse Bisaillon

Alphonse is a monster, a diva, a babbling baby. Alphonse is a gorilla playing with a branch. Alphonse is the new iPhone, a brain parasite. He was born from a Victor Hugo poem nestled in his mother's voice. He was offered money and accolades: the Mouffe Prize, the Stingray Rising Star Award, the Sirius XM Award, and more, to play his music in Canada, France, and even in the deepest reaches of ancient seas and the secret corners of the Milky Way.

Last year, he disappeared into himself to write his first album: "t.o.m. ou la trajectoire des perséides." And you can take my word for it, as an omniscient narrator, that Alphonse is back, augmented, amplified tenfold by new poetic proteins and bionic mechanisms that will allow him to take music even higher, even further, thanks to the power of love, in an epic second season filled with battles against the forces of evil! And he's going to give those amoebas a good thrashing! Have I made myself clear?