‘Hello Mr Record Shop Man, I’d like nightmares please.’
‘Right you are son, any particular type of nightmares?’
‘You got French?’
‘I’ve got just the thing.’
‘Ah, Absinthe (provisoire), is it guaranteed?’
‘Or your money back.’
Thank you France for providing us with Absinthe (provisoire), all those who thought that you couldn’t offer anything after Serge will soon be apologising. This is the soundtrack to that Arty French flick you wish you’d seen but were too confused to sit through, it’s glorious. The first track Kocka is about six weeks long and I could have listened to it twice in a row. They provide something that other, excuse the terminology, ‘Post-Rock’ bands cannot. They tell a story, a definite tale with a beginning, middle and end, which has highs and lows and incident. Their music is like a radio-play where the actors do not speak but crash through the studio walls, throw chairs at the glass and slam the microphones into the ground then, after a few moments of solemn weeping, get up to do it all again.
It’s not boring, it’s not pretentious, it, and get this, doesn’t sound like God Speed or any other (again, apologies) ‘Post-Rock’ outfit. Their music is intelligent but never condescending, it sounds organic, at no point does the music turn or change just to be clever. I wish every band who claim to be ‘forward-thinking’ would have to pit their argument against Absinthe (provisoire) and then have to personally apologise to ever person who bought their crap (you know who you are).
It’s been out for ages apparently... do buy it.(in Tasty Fanzine)
http://www.myspace.com/distile - French based label dealing in - as it describes itself - experimental / rock - which in layman terms really means post / math rock, Planets in particular seem to be well equipped in this area ’vow of silence’ is an intricate delineation of the mid 90’s era Touch n Go roster interweaving riffs carving out an overload to the senses of punctuated melodies tightly coiled over driving bass underpins that harbour curious dislocated progressive jazz dialects. Apparently there’s a must have limited cloth edition of their debut full length that we’ll have to track down methinks. While admittedly we have to admit being mightily fond of Astero’s unkempt and fractured hard core improv jazz math on the punishing ’Canard Boiteax’. Best of the bunch though are Absinthe (provisoire) a five piece with one full length packed tightly beneath their collective belts in the shape of ’Alejandra’, best described as something coming your way - this lot excel in crafting bleakly suffocating and ominously oppressive landscapes, ’kocka’ is a skewed slice of disenfranchised schizoid psychosis buried deep within a volatile sound-scape of pyrotechnics culled from wailing plagues of guitars and a deep sense of dread, assuming moments of clarity its still wearily uncompressing - that said we suggest you hook up to their my space site at http://www.myspace.com/absintheprovisoire and rip the astonishingly gloomily encroaching and poisoned epic in waiting ‘lovesongforadultbitches’.
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