These French crazies purportedly live in a cave, make their own outfits, wear what looks like corpse paint in the promo photo, and deliver some of the most rocking hard psych on the planet. I guess you have to be out there to really go “out there.” They sound like an evil Stooges, merged with some Krautrock tendencies and some killer lead guitar work. It’s not surprising that France would cough up such a band, because if you look at some of their underground music scenes and the bands they have given to the world (particularly their black metal bands), it’s not hard to realize that their take on certain established genres — in this case, psychedelic rock — are going to be totally twisted in the best possible way.
“Riot” starts off the album as the band aims their spaceship to the deepest, darkest parts of the void, while guitars feedback and shimmer before pounding you into submission with a Blue Cheer-like riff. From there, they go into the statement song of “Turn On,” which kicks out the jams with whooshing sounds and some stinging lead guitar, while “Kill Yourself” gets all Ravi Shankar on your ass with an electric sitar and more brain-frying sounds. “Black Sun” and “Lucifer” are two psychedelic-punk rave-ups imbued with dark energy. “Dead Soul” is a nasty garage rocker, and “Saturne” brings out the sitar again for more heady jams. “Incandescence,” which closes the album, provides the ultimate come down for the journey you just took.
In the press release for the CD, it states that the band were hand-picked to open for The Cult’s European jaunt in 2009. That’s not enough. I think Ian Astbury and company needs to bring this band to the United States. I mean, wouldn’t it be great to see the look on some aging guy’s or gal’s face, expecting a night of soothing and familiar alt-rock tunes, and having to deal with this band? That would be priceless. Somebody please bring them over here, but until then you have this album to keep you sated.
(Tee Pee Records, 200 East 10th Street, Box 155, New York, NY 10003)