Showing posts with label France. Show all posts
Showing posts with label France. Show all posts

Sep 7, 2018


Seesawing betwixt bashful etherealness and a shambling pop bluster, it's hard not to be smitten by Paris, France's En Attendant Ana.

On their debut album, 2016's Songs From The Cave, the overall sound was an endearing set of lo-fi melodies. Here it's more of the same but with a brighter production gives things a bit more of a  sumptuous ring yet still keeps many of the frayed edges intact.

Following a swirling chug of guitars aided and abetted by a torrential storm of drum crashes and electrical hissing of the aptly titled opener "Intro," the band bounces directly into a sparkling pool of jagged C86 bliss that's floating on a dose of mid 60's Mod sunshine glare with "Not So Hard."

The accentuation of trumpets on the song adds something regal and hauntingly baroque on the song as it does on a smattering of other tracks too.

While the overall vibe of the record will probably get first reactions such as The Vaselines due to main singers Margaux somewhat similar (but often more soaring) voice to Francis McKee and the vocal trade-offs she does with the band's guitarist on songs like the venom wrapped in a pastry sound of "Why Is Your Body So Hard To Carry" but even if they have the recipe for that sound in front of them, they're adding their own things to cook in with it.

Things that give the impressions of being simple jangly garage-pop songs when they start, such as reverb squiggled "Night", the jittery chiming that launches off "The Violence Inside" and how the album's closer "I Don't Even Know Your Name" sounds like a child PROPERLY reared on the Velvet Underground and Stereolab all swell into their own kind of waves of majestic sonic drenching by the time the are through.

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May 17, 2010

LES HULKS "Pussy Cola" 7inch

Sick, loud and lumbering France's Les Hulks are here to drop a load of lead on your head. Praise the Fatals and pass the Tussin here cuz guitars screech, drums bash and vocal chord shred but unlike those zinester dolls of Christmas past (and one of the loudest band I've seen in my life. I never feared for the welfare of my trusty old Music Man HD 130 amp ever except for a couple nights in America where I let them use it), who wanted to do it all at whiplash paces and sound like the Oblivians from hell actually IN HELL, these frogs nod to the grunge before grunge was even cool days and move more all thick and gurgling at mudslide speed.

Jan 12, 2010

SONIC CHICKEN 4 "Surf On A Plane" 7inch

Our personal favorite Franco Frogs of Fuzz are back here with two numbers that'll get all but the most uptight, crotchety or grumpy swinging, dancing, swaying, smooching, drinking or grooving.
"Surf On A Plane" is a jittery smash up of 60's mod blow ups with an overdose of organ hiss and guitar distortion and a bit of something that could be something all the bad kids out on the elementary school playground sing to taunt all the do-gooders.
"Crashed" takes the BFTG type of stomp, tosses in some Velvet Underground out of tune jangle in the middle and makes the sound of knocking over a spring reverb amp over and over again not only a center piece but even perhaps the solo. While some other bands would turn such things that would stick around too long the Sonic Chicken 4 don't waste time being long winded making you almost wish the songs would last just a little bit longer just so you could keep jumping around like a fool to them (which is the best way to jump around to any record unless you're uptight crotchety or grumpy that is) before you have to pick up the needle to start them over again.