You better strap in for this one: it's a relentlessly post-modern excursion into the possibilities of noise, of static, of crossed expectations. Tenor saxophonist Bertrand Denzler is on hand, and he is a fine musician with a raw intensity and a fiery attack. He is surrounded here by wild and unusual sounds, courtesy Bertrand Perrin (sampler), Frédérick Galiay (electric bass and electronic thingies) and Jean-Sébastien Mariage (more electronics, plus guitar).
Denzler himself contributes some of the effects, which the sound of a howling, chuffing animal to a keening and chaos that could serve as the soundtrack to an earthquake movie, complete with rumbles and groans from the deep, static as if from a poor radio signal, far away vacant random noises, howls from hell, thrashing chaos, and simple hiss.
In and out of this stalk the instrumentalists. Galiay has a fine bowed string solo on "miniature I." Denzler burns through the middle portion of "Sermo Generalis." Mariage has a good moment on "Les Lèvres." And they shine here and there all through.
This is a formidable chunk of sound from the outer edges.
I love jazz because it swings.
I was first exposed to jazz in Houston.
I met Joe LoCascio and Bob Henschen.
The best show I ever attended was Pat Martino.
The first jazz record I bought was Time Out by the Dave Brubeck Quartet.
My advice to new listeners is to relax on 2 and 4 beats.