Translating to "Fever Counts" and "At Lightening", the trio of Jean-Luc Petit on bass clarinet and alto & sopranino sax, Fabrice Favriou on electric guitar, and Julien Touery on piano and objects create impressive improvisations, the first a disruptive piece of detailed electracoustic colective interaction, the second a swelling work of sonic landscape.
Label: Fou Records Catalog ID: FR-CD27 Squidco Product Code: 24800
Format: CD Condition: New Released: 2017 Country: France Packaging: Cardboard Gatefold Recorded on Janurary 19th, 2017 by Michael Goupillaud and Carre Bleu.
"Untitled, two pieces of 22: 00 (fever counts us) and 25: 32 (at lightning). Fabrice Favriou plays the electric guitar, Jean-Luc Petit of the bass clarinet, sopranino and alto saxophones and Julien Touery of the piano and objects. Recorded at Carre Bleu.
The music evolves like a noisy continuum, the sounds of the guitarist and the pianist interpenetrate, electronic sounds, motor vibrations, triturations of effects, storm sounds in the distance, haggard hissings vaguely differentiating from a striking rain of keys , hammers and mechanisms on the strings blocked while the blower plays on the extremes of his sax sopranino. The fever we count passes very quickly like a train between two distant stations in a half sleep. It is with the gritty bass clarinet and a haunted strand of Jean-Luc Petit that the lightning is gradually moved in a half-silence. Like a light wind of evening wind, the amp vibrates hardly and the bass clarinet moves on the tips of the toes alternating silences and discreet rumblings, which suggest a melodic element while the piano case resonates in space and some slight notes on the keyboard ring in the distance.
The ensemble is magnificent by its quality of development of sounds and stamps. The blower rises in an unreal high-pitched - the lightness of the harmonics, the rush of thunderstorm that is shaking trembling behind the backs of the touches touched and the breath that dissects the vagaries of the column of air. The hammers chanted like a machine that turned crazy as if the CD player was blocked, the installation of the guitar seems in full fog, the giant clarinet barely floats. A static maelstrom moves all sounds confused, the breath comes back to the alto sax, crazy furious and snapped by the elements and the pianist embraces the whole keyboard following him. A few inexorable moments, when the saxophonist slices the phrasings and hears himself on bristling harmonics in front of the piano twirling while the electric guitar is twisting completely.
A beautiful slice of radical improvised life. Three decided improvisers, shouting their hatred of the void and the semblance."-Fou (via Google Translate)