Kubic's cure

Description

The cubic forces push Pierrick Pédron to take on real challenges: the saxophonist recently engaged in a high-risk climb, that of Monk Mountain, a performance accomplished in trio in the urgency of a few crazy hours. This first summit barely conquered, here he is under the influence of vertigo born from his thirty-year love for music from across the Channel, of which few of us would have dared to imagine the revelation. While it is tempting to sweep the 80s aside with a wave of the hand, we often forget their dark madness and the darkness of the tortured romanticism of certain musicians, like Robert Smith and The Cure, global icons of a disenchanted celebration, in the colors of a willingly gothic psychedelia. Kubic's Cure, like the suddenness of a punch and the obviousness of a new masterstroke! Or how to dynamite powerful, dark, and haunting music without betraying it, by fervently digging into the furrow of its minimalist melodies. As an inspired screenwriter, the saxophonist outsmarts the traps laid and multiplies rhythmic ambushes; he invents a fiery idiom, neither rock nor jazz, unleashes a dizzying energy put at the service of a song whose conciseness is pushed to the extreme. The Bramerie-Agulhon pair has never been so twin-like, it is here tempered in steel; Vincent Artaud multiplies sonic attentions, sculpts every detail to better enchant it and create hypnosis. Thus propelled by his precious accomplices, with the helping hand of three other enchanting masters, Pierrick Pédron breathes life in less than 45 minutes, stretched like a bow of fire and beautifully captured. In nine movements, he allows us to access his third dimension, which he may not have finished exploring. His cure is salutary!