If you happen to run into Clément Palant and Xavier Soulabail at the port of Le Légué, you'll have no trouble imagining these two sonic pirates returning from a distant expedition, their boots still smoking from the ashes of BUCK, their former vessel. Here they are, flamboyant, championing Broken Waltz, which takes us on a new journey, stormy and refined, colorful and surprising, raw and romantic. The menacing and oppressive boogie of Broken Waltz evokes a cold fever, cold as the corpse of Joy Division. Today, the duo treads the byways explored by Nick Cave's Grinderman, Tom Waits' juke joint, The Cramps' rockabilly, or Suicide's synth-blues. — One on drums and vocals, the other on bass, they use these elements, expertly blended with taste and solid references, in clever sonic manipulations, to offer us two albums back to back, filled with Anglo-Saxon storms that send their hair-raising winds all the way here. Saxophone, organ, and a female voice sometimes join this duo, deliberately proclaiming themselves anti-guitar, a way of imposing a formidable signature on these thunderous creations emerging from a workshop of sparkling artisans. The raw lyrics and voice resonate under the light of an unsettling moon in this mysterious land of joys…and disasters. A diptych, not a double, a journey in two parts into a boundless sonic universe. A journey filled with unexpected sonic and visual encounters, that is the promise of this mysterious land of joys and disasters.
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