{"id":152910,"date":"2026-02-15T15:03:57","date_gmt":"2026-02-15T20:03:57","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/panm360.com\/gig_review\/taverne-tour-lhomme-et-la-bete-bernardino-femminieli\/"},"modified":"2026-02-16T10:55:46","modified_gmt":"2026-02-16T15:55:46","slug":"taverne-tour-lhomme-et-la-bete-bernardino-femminieli","status":"publish","type":"gig_review","link":"https:\/\/panm360.com\/en\/gig_review\/taverne-tour-lhomme-et-la-bete-bernardino-femminieli\/","title":{"rendered":"Taverne Tour | Man and Beast: Bernardino Femminieli"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Sunglasses on, eyes fixed on the back of the room. \u201cThis one\u2019s about my lawyer and my wife.\u201d Microphone pressed against the long hairs of his mustache, he begins to mutter like Gainsbourg after a few vermouths.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Maybe I’m deaf after doing the whole Tavern Tour without earplugs, but I can’t hear a word he’s saying except for a few bits about anal sex and fascism. The connection between the two remains a mystery. There’s no need to understand all the lyrics; his more Italian side\u2014lively and physical\u2014tells the story for them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Bernardino Femminieli a.k.a. the “break dealer”<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

He approaches us, removes his sunglasses, and unbuttons his blouse, revealing a striking display of gold chains and curly fur. One moment he dances subtly with sensual grace, the next he tears his heart from his chest. He seems self-conscious about his sins, yet always returns to that mischievous little smile, proud to tell us that in the end, he emerged victorious. The performance keeps us smiling, but it’s only when the music stops that that smile truly explodes into laughter.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Like a drunken uncle, Bernardino confesses to us.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThe stage is therapy, and you\u2019re just as sick as I am being here.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Each song is a dedication, the fruit of a story gone wrong; a date filled with remorse with Gigi, a microphone stand thrown into the crowd under a cloud of anger. Bernardino Femminieli is a broken man, but honest at least. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI could get violent tonight,\u201d he says, explaining how the feedback from the poorly adjusted microphone, combined with alcohol, has already pushed his already fragile mental state to the brink of violence. \u201cHe was a friend, but you know, I think there are lasting effects.\u201d With a morose look, he returns to his mixing console to launch into a kitschy, upbeat rhythm typical of the 80s. The ridiculous contrast sends the room into fits of laughter. This time he grunts deeply in Italian: \u201cTe quiero.\u201d By constantly alternating between music and stand-up, Bernardino Femminieli has seen his persona transcend mere performance to become, before our very eyes, a true cult figure.<\/p>\n\n\n

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Behind this facade of dark humor, there is something thoughtful in the character of Bernardino Femminieli. A Dadaist-style critique subtly emerges through his provocative remarks.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

His poems take the form of detailed stories that highlight the conflicts of interest within power, police corruption, and the paradoxes of monogamous love. He never preaches directly. He prefers the shaky confession, the overblown sentence, the incongruous image. It is these excesses that expose the hypocrisy of the structures he evokes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We laugh at him, but we also laugh at what he reveals within us.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Taverne Tour | Bernardino Femminieli sous \u00e9tude<\/a><\/blockquote>