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Jean-Marc Foussat, Guy-Frank Pellerin

Les Beaux Jours

Label: Fou Records

Format: CD

Genre: Experimental

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"Intense and stormy "vintage" electronic music - ethereal loops or organ or keyboard effects - synalgias of the unresolved - (AKS by Jean-Marc Foussat) goaded and torn by the extreme bites of the soprano saxophonist (Guy Frank Pellerin). The feeling of duration of their improvisations (22, 19 and 25 minutes) diminishes as the spells fall in this weather of the emerging moment. A nice variety of games in the game phases means that we no longer follow the order of the music, nor its logic. We find an intangible common thread in the many suggestions she evokes. Slips, punctuations, oscillations of crazy timbres, wild wind under the ripped roof, sonic bursting of the articulations of the breath and the fingerings of the right sax, the rage of the blower, lacerated swirls of sound, the crazy and dazed voices of the speakers. The sound of the sax is sometimes processed, even tortured, by the electronic operator. Soaring whispers at the start of Night Phase, barely audible, croaking....Poem by Tristan Tzara, emerald sea by Guy - Frank, the recording is accompanied by poetic signs and this poetry is immanent in the music.

A purring motorcycle escapes and the haunting sound of the sax soars into infinity. We can sense the presence of a piano where two objects - toys - are moving. The blower stretches the slag from the vibrations of the air column while the electro sounds envelop themselves, overlap, stretch or contract. The piano keys tinkle and jump, stirring the heartbreaking high notes and the moving, burning notes of the tenor saxophone. The landscape is in perpetual mutation until the silence where the slow sustained notes of Guy Frank are revealed, whistlings of despair or of a morning rising by the sea. A definitive music of the indefinable. A great dialogue between very diverse bundles of intentions under the seal of rustling Zen audacity. The sensitive quality of music transcends "instrumental" performance to let our ghosts express themselves, discover ourobsessions or let the subconscious float. Do not try to understand or judge and let yourself be overwhelmed by the experience of the senses." - Jean-Michel Van Schouwburg 

Cat. number: FR-CD 54
Year: 2023