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Postée le 19.10.2019
Closer Records présente : Grand Guru !
Closer Records presents : Grand Guru!
Grand Guru «Collective Suicide» LP (11 titres) + CD (11 titres) inclus
LP (11 tracks) + CD (11 tracks) included
Disponible ici / available here : http://shop.closerrecords.fr/fr/home/406-grand-guru-collective-suicide.html
Ecoutez ici / Listen here : http://grandguru.bandcamp.com
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Grand Guru fait dans le one man band mais pas par effet de mode ou par attirance particulière pour le genre mais bien plutôt par obligation. En effet, qui pourrait jouer avec lui ?
Son premier album, « Collective Suicide », est un objet si personnel qu’il ne pouvait naître que dans le cerveau tourmenté d’un seul homme.
Absolument noir, résolument extrémiste, métalliquement chaotique, à la croisée du garage expérimental et du boogie industriel, du blues transylvanien et de la noisy psychotique, ce premier opus de Grand Guru est une mise au monde, en forme d’accouchement sans péridurale, des monstres et cauchemars qui hantent notre sorcier rouennais.
Chaque pièce livrée est un tableau polyptique qui s’affranchit de tout académisme, ainsi, Grand Guru s’autorise toutes les libertés dans la mise en musique de son univers singulier : il jongle avec le tempo, complexifie les structures, se joue des harmonies au gré de ses distorsions mentales.
Toujours un peu trash, épileptique voire psychotique, cette bête de scène a fait un effort d’arrangement impressionnant sur cet album tout en tension qui lorgne parfois vers les territoires chers au Greg Sage des Wipers voire au Nick Cave de Birthday Party en passant par les Beats of Bourbons de la période la plus sombre.
« Collective Suicide » est un album surprenant à bien des égards, digne d’une messe noire, de la transe extatique d’un rituel Vaudou qui vous entrainera vers des territoires inconnus.
Grand Guru is into the one man band thing, but not by fashion nor by particular affinity for the genre, but much rather out of obligation. Indeed, who could play with him?
His first album, " Collective Suicide ", is such a personal item that it could only arise out of one man only's tormented brain.
Absolutely black, resolutely extremist, metallically chaotic, at the crossroads of experimental garage and industrial boogie, blues and psychotic Transylvanian noisy, this first Grand Guru opus is brought to the world, without an epidural, in form of birth of the monsters and nightmares that haunt our Rouen-based sorcerer.
Each piece is a delivered polyptic table, freed from all academicism, and Grand Guru therefore allows himself every liberty in the musical setting of his singular universe: he juggles with the tempo, complexifies structures, juggles with harmonies according to his mental distortions.
Always kinda trash, epileptic, even psychotic, our showman has achieved an impressive effort on this album's arrangements, all in tension, sometimes on the merge of territories haunted by Wipers' Greg Sage or even Birthday Party's Nick Cave, evoking as well the darkest moments of The Beasts of Bourbons.
"Collective Suicide" is a surprising album in many ways, worthy of a black mass, of an ecstatic trance of a Voodoo ritual that will lead you to some obscure and unknown territories.
Grand Guru is into the one man band thing, but not by fashion nor by particular affinity for the genre, but much rather out of obligation. Indeed, who could play with him?
His first album, " Collective Suicide ", is such a personal item that it could only arise out of one man only's tormented brain.
Absolutely black, resolutely extremist, metallically chaotic, at the crossroads of experimental garage and industrial boogie, blues and psychotic Transylvanian noisy, this first Grand Guru opus is brought to the world, without an epidural, in form of birth of the monsters and nightmares that haunt our Rouen-based sorcerer.
Each piece is a delivered polyptic table, freed from all academicism, and Grand Guru therefore allows himself every liberty in the musical setting of his singular universe: he juggles with the tempo, complexifies structures, juggles with harmonies according to his mental distortions.
Always kinda trash, epileptic, even psychotic, our showman has achieved an impressive effort on this album's arrangements, all in tension, sometimes on the merge of territories haunted by Wipers' Greg Sage or even Birthday Party's Nick Cave, evoking as well the darkest moments of The Beasts of Bourbons.
"Collective Suicide" is a surprising album in many ways, worthy of a black mass, of an ecstatic trance of a Voodoo ritual that will lead you to some obscure and unknown territories.