Poétique du caillou

Come play with me, like a nasty, sulky, spiteful child, demanding your negative attention. Great stuff. The second track, Ich bin ein small bourgeois, est petit mal. Sehr gut also. Dust and stars, has a lovely feel to it, ascending the sonic scale to good measure. Then, Confessions, filled with a beautiful melange of mutterings fit for any Roman Catholic treasure box of truths and fictions of reality. Excavation digs deep and finds a well of glorious flowing sounds, amidst which are frenetic fossilisations in profound postures of poise. La route du salut, truly a road to salvation, but one of very few left us mere mortals. Whereas, Le chats, rubs itself up against your leg elegantly and curls its tail with a soft whipping motion. Not meaning to bother you, just keep you in your place. Wherein, you realise you need la route du salut. Animals can be very good at that, en particulier les chats!

Baudelaire springs to mind immediately with Litanie, don't know why, just does. I think he would appreciate this creative expression. And even if he didn't, I do. There is something immensely appealing about this, the essence and variation are finely done but then you are reading a review from someone who thinks Evil Dead II is one of the funniest films ever. Pain et jeux, both essential to life (see further Cvijaxo). I think the dearth of either would be the death of me. War is apparent and relevant to both, directly and indirectly. War is just another simulation exercise to some, to others a harsh reality, juxtaposed with a voice sample of laughter and gaiety, which soon devolve into screams of reality. Les petites choses de la vie, sometimes gain a disproportionate necessity, I have mine own, others have theirs. Nice piece of electronic fusion. Optimètre measures up well, as far as I can see, fits in well. Finally, a enchanting finish to a fine album.