Planet Of Tubes

Description

Two years after their acclaimed debut album "Plug," which was reissued by Nine teen Something in 2022, the second opus from the three Rennes-based members of Planet of tubes lives up to its promises of autonomy. More incisive and mature than its predecessor, it heals all the noisy patterns of their shrill distortions and their hazy, cabalistic ambitions. Ar mand's strings are a sketch, a clear charcoal line. More than ever. With a few metallic objects attached to the neck or nut of his guitar, nothing disturbs the clarity of the crystalline sounds. From this bundle of rough thorns, without bindweed or asparagus, Steve Albini once again draws the most beautiful bouquet. He, who knows how to enhance strengths and prior work, is working for the second time with the band, once again at Black Box studio. Not used to delegating his story and compass, Sloy will nonetheless let Steve Albini master the album alone at Abbey Road Studios in London. Fierce and integral. These two character traits seep through every word, just as they already ooze from their music, which, while certainly hard-sounding, is always more on the fringes of the noisy herd. Like their lapidary titles (Red, Bull, Air, Saw, Arms), Sloy's records and concerts never drown the fish under torrential rains. Their vibrant fission of emaciated groove and alkaline modernity, of acidic assets and bitter pop, of hot and cold, functions like a generator. Autonomous and solid, capable of generating ambitious energy and creating new sonic spaces, able to traverse all deserts without preaching there.