The ancient Nîmes Arena roared with 11,000 wild souls, packed tight between Roman stones still echoing with centuries of battles. But this night, it wasn’t swords that clashed — it was basslines, screams, and adrenaline. Shaka Ponk was in full blaze. The visuals were blazing, the riffs feral, the energy volcanic. Then — chaos. Without warning, the singer launched himself into the crowd, a human missile of noise and sweat. One second he was on stage, the next, he was airborne, surrendering to gravity and guts. And the crowd? They didn’t flinch.They caught him. https://ericcanto.com/