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Faust - C’est Com..Com..Compliqué
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Faust began confronting tired rock forms and puzzling square listeners almost 40 years ago. In the process of undermining and dismantling established sound structures, they created a space that offered a new ideal of musical playfulness that always left open an additional space for challenging its own ideal. Such an indeterminate ethos necessarily embraces a perpetual movement that resists fixity. In this movement, there is always an excitement that suffers no degradation through time, though this excitement might also be accompanied by an uncertainty of reception. Faust continues to embrace the former and remain unperturbed by the latter, displaying the same youthful, brave spirit on C’est Com…Com…Compliqué 38 years after their self-titled debut. “Kundalini Tremolos” is a furious opener and can plausibly be considered one of Faust’s strongest side-one tracks. According to Indian yoga, Kundalini refers to an unconscious power or spirit that lies dormant in our spine and can only be awoken through particular breathing patterns and chants. For Faust, though, the deep breaths that hover over the track are not enough for total-satori and must be modified by a massive guitar tremolo that dislodges and lures the spirit up like a charmer would a snake. Diermaier’s percussion gradually travels from random clangs to total war-drum mobilization, as the kundalini gets ripped from its slumber. These spirit-summoning hypnotics crescendo and spill into the two-note organ/bass drone and tranced drum of “Accroché à Tes Lèvres.” About halfway through the track, Péron begins repeating the song title — which translates to something like “hung on your lips” — and by the time the music has built up to full-on rage, his tone is equally livid. If something is such that it cannot find a way to be successfully expressed, the act of expressing the state of frustration from inexpressibility becomes a sort of last solution — a final effort to express the inexpressible. Perhaps it’s the kundalini’s failed attempt to liberate itself from the body and go out into the world....full text |
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Like many bands that I now love, I was a late comer to Faust. My introduction to their music was the incredibly-varied IV, which was alternately noisy, grooving, and even downright funny at times, and I eventually went ahead and got their excellent The Wumme Years boxset when that came out. After a short, but prolific run, the original incarnation of the band broke up over thirty years ago, while various members continued working on different projects here and there. A few years ago, a couple of the original members of the band (Jean-Herve Peron and Werner Diermaier) joined up with the Frenchman Amaury Cambuzat and started recording again. After a series of collaborations (with everyone from Dälek to Nurse With Wound), CDR and DVD releases, the trio is unleashing their first official album under the Faust name in C'est Com… Com… Complique' on the Bureau B label....full text |
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| As strange and chaotic as the journey of Germany's Faust has been since 1970, one thing has been constant: no matter what they have issued, in whatever incarnation, Faust have never sounded like anyone else. They have been a myth since the very beginning, and a mystery to all but one another. C'est Com...Com...Compliqué, issued in early 2009, was recorded by the studio incarnation of Faust: original members Jean Hervé Peron and Werner "Zappi" Diermaier along with Amaury Cambuzat of French vanguard rock outfit Ulan Bator. (There is also an expanded live version of the band with former Henry Cow reed and woodwind man Geoff Leigh, singer Lucianne Lassalle, British poet Zoë Skoulding, and members of Welsh experimentalist band Ectogram.) The album was recorded at the now legendary Electric Avenue Studio in Hamburg by Tobias Levin. The music on this set is much less anarchic than some previous Faust releases, but that doesn't make it any less enjoyable or adventurous. Rhythmically, Dermaier's drumming is as trancelike as ever, whether he's using his kit or various other percussion instruments (or those adopted as such); Peron's basslines are throbbing, pulsing and incantatory; and Cambuzat's wildly original use of guitars, various primitive keyboards, toy instruments, and household elements fills out a sound that is more speculative than aggressive, though there is no lack of drama in these proceedings. A listen to the nine-plus-minute mantra-like "Kundalini Tremolos," which is Krautrock to its very core, is example enough. But there are much stranger things on offer here as well, such as "Petits Sons Appétissants," with its strummed nylon-string guitars; lunatic-fringe French poetry; Wurlitzer piano; bass drums; tom-toms; and crashing, thunder-like sheets of metal percussion. The guitar and bass freakout that introduces "Bonjour Gioacchino" is the most "rockist" thing here; its sense of power and overdrive with shimmering reverb and clattering cymbals and feedback creates tension and drama that feel apocalyptic. The title track, which closes the album, is more improvisational. It consists of various musical statements woven together with pasted bits of industrial and ambient sound, theater, poetry, and noise. It goes on a bit too long perhaps, but then, this is Faust. And this track, more than any other on the set, reminds the listener that these cats remain pioneers for whom nothing is off limits when it comes to exploration. C'est Com...Com...Compliqué is better than anything Faust have issued since 1999's Ravvivando -- which is saying plenty -- writing another elliptical chapter in one of the most fascinating sagas in the history of rock. ~ Thom Jurek, All Music Guide...full text |
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