January 20, 2002
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![]() Werf - 028, released Jan. 2002
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SIGNÉ TRIO GRANDE
Laurent DEHORS, saxes and clarinet |
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LINERNOTES Jean-PoI Schroeder, Maison du Jazz de Liège
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Des éléphants rêveurs dans l'Ouest américain? Cornacs et navajos, Michel Debrulle et Michel Massot cumulent
avec délice. Si l'onirisme pachydermique est de facture récente, la chevauchée fantastique a plus de 15 ans d'âge,
et, western signé à la pointe de l'épée *, prend une sacrée bouteille. Bien sûr, en 15 ans, le décor a changé (Trio
Bravo, Trio Grande, la topographie fluctue mais ne rompt point), la distribution itou (exit l'Aka Cassol, bonjour le
grand air allumé du Dehors). Mais l'Aventure veille au coin du saloon : ce deuxième opus du Trio Grande **
n'a rien d'une redite. Racines exorbitées - guimbarde vénusienne, blues halluciné, growl orbital, claquements de
langues et de clés. Groove tricoté entre brume et néon - baiser de woodblock et de tubes titans, Ayler in the West,
douceur acide, timbres timbrés (je miaule. tu barris, il épure). Laurent-Bande-de.Saxes, Massot.des Etoiles, Lord
Debrulle de Binche : l'ordre du jour est à la hauteur du désordre des nuits génériques. Réinventer la mélodie
énergétique, réinjecter le chant tribal au ventre de l'Occident glacé, sucer les cactus du désert - goguenards,
quelques Indiens psychédéliques tendent aux garçons-vachers le calumet d'un swing électrisé. Et pour le reste,
souffle, camarade, souffle donc au cul des chevaux du temps,
tandis que le trio grandit!
* Celle de Zorro. évidemment - en ces temps où de tristes cow-boys bardés de présidence sortent
leurs consoles hystériques pour sauver d'une main ce qu'ils sabordent de l'autre. la nuance est de
taille! |
Dreaming elephants in the American West? Michel Debrulle and Michel Massot are just the mahouts and Navajo
Indians you need, and they gather the concept into their embrace with delight. But if that elephantine fantasy has
only recently been fully paid up, the gallop of dreams has been around for more than 15 years, and since it's a
western signed with a sword at your throat *, it has a certain air of sanctity. Sure, in 15 years the picture has
changed a bit (Trio Bravo. Trio Grande, the topography shifts but never breaks), as has the distribution (exit
Aka Cassol, hello to the great gleaming feeling of Dehors). But Adventure is watching, waiting in the corner of the
saloon : this second work from Trio Grande ** is in no way a repeat. Deracinated roots - a clapped out Jew's harp
from Venus, hallucinated blues, the round-the-world growl, tongue clicks and key clicks. lt's a groove knitted
between mist and neon - the kiss of the woodblock and the massive pipes, Ayler in the West, acid sweetness, 3
stamped stamps (I mew. you trumpet. he purges). Laurent Lord of the Saxes, Massot of the Stars, Lord Debrulle
of Binche : the order of the day stands at the height of the disorder of generic nights. To reinvent energy melody,
to reinject tribal chanting into the guts of the frozen West, to suck the juice of the desert cactus - a handful of
mocking psychedelic Indians are offering the peace-pipe of electric swing to the cowboys. And as for what's left
over, sniff it, mate, sniff the bum of the charger of time, while that trio keeps on growing!
* Clearly Zonro'S sword - nowadays. when sad cowboys armor-clad in their · presiding position get their hysterical
keyboards out to rescue with one hand what hasn't been scuppered by the other. nuance is all ! |

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