Born to Haitian immigrant parents and rooted in the vibrant dualities of Montreal, Tati au Miel bends sound, performance, and materiality into something unclassifiable.Their work inhabits spaces where the sacred and profane are made one; with gestures perchance to evoke a club’s throbbing pulse or the quiet incantations of a spiritual séance, compositions collapse rigid binaries, steeping them in industrial abrasion echoing spectrally of Black folklore—less music than spellcraft—and reshaping them into incantations bound together with street noise, modular synthesis, and haunting vocal exorcisms.

DJing and performance are not separate pursuits but mutually generative acts, each shaping the other in real time. Their decks become altars for sonic alchemy, where raw noise and fractured melodies are offered up in radical communion. Tuning their improvisations to the energies of the room, they conjure ethereal atmospheres that oscillate between brutality and transcendence, drawing inspiration and power from DIY cultures, queer futurities, and the diasporic archives of sound. Whether designing for London’s Klein or channeling icons like Dreamcrusher and Moor Mother, Tati builds worlds that honor the messy, nonlinear stories of Black, queer, and trans identities. What rises from their performances is an invitation—a call to embrace the discomfort and ecstasy of transformation, to hear and be heard, and to meet freedom head-on.

• Carousel, by Tati au Miel

• Carousel, by Tati au Miel