their lives shows = to be wrapped in a frantic race of wild animals in rut:
first there is Memo who launches the bases, cumbia always,
like horses leaving at full speed,
then at top speed without ever curbing ...
this cadence necessarily kick out to move, eventually to dance, almost in spite of you
then Memo plays strong and mad melodies through the acid sound of his modified synths
Manon is carried away, joyful screams, sings, and shares, propels, vibrates, and plays with all