Here is a special disc, pressurized and disorientating, which is visited like Dr. Frankenstein’s library – huge volumes and yet no empty space. During this turbulent ride, between chilling hallucinations and fits of claustrophobia poorly contained, we have, every minute of listening that goes by, the strange sensation of losing bits of reason. Even so it is not disturbing, as if under a spell or a highly concentraded synthetic drug.
Clearly, this composite and haunted album could easily make you freak out, and yet it looks like one of those old friends returning from a long journey, the mind badly cleared, fogged with a bunch of tall tales that we listen to anxious but captivated.

Still as uncompromising in his artistic choices, this lover of complex harmonies and wild sonorities has developped an amazing sense of space and movement. A virtuouso quality already foreshadowed on La fille verte, his previous album, he has pushed much further.

It is, by the way, in this very technical approach that one could find the limits of a project, indeed upscale, but which by its experimental and erudite nature, might well dump on the way some unprepared listeners. Let’s say that to appreciate the true value of this record, we must see, more than a IDM lecture, the celebration of a succesful experiment, even a won battle : the final fusion of a man with his machines. With, under the sonic explosion of this Metaswing, true act of a glitch tamer, this filigreed question : Who really controlled who in there?
Him? Them? The mystery remains… ”


Reviewed by Yvan for Dmute.