A handy disc of improvisations for Michel Doneda's straight saxophones (soprano and sopranino) and Pascal Battus' rotating surfaces.

"Miracle en Pointille" begins with a foghorn with wet cracklings underneath, and evolves over time into a rolling storm of hot tone and supple grind. Amazing how much sound power a couple of acoustic sources can generate. The saxophones here are mostly always recognizable as such, while Battus throws up a constantly shifting foil of gorgeous timbres and ephemeral grind. I hear voices and weird tonal arguments in the interplay between these two hard listening gents.

"Imprononcable" sounds like a chorus of reeds until it all falls apart and we're given a spate of massed sirens, bent and bending. Long sections of held tones which morph into sour bugle-like minutia and then scramble around in the gravel while a bag full of angry bees threatens to open up. Rude plasticity, goose honks and metallic sheen cohabit a seemingly vast space which occasionally narrows to a thin slice of dual whine.

"Natte" conjurs for me images of tiny devices protesting their slow death, while Doneda tries to match their plaintive tones and simultaneously play them a requiem. Door creaks and faucets left on. Bird song against sputtering and dry ice squeal. Frog and rainforest humming announce the final piece, "Hermeneutique", before the weather changes and gail force winds wrap around a sad monologue. Wheezing bagpipes? Flatulence and there's that bugler again. Let's try to sing together, shall we?