Rainy autumn day. SWd’s gloomy apartment. Messy living room. Many people come
and go busily in the flat while Vincent MC sits in the sofa and talks nonsense,
which is usual when he hangs out there. While Vincent MC’s staying lazily in
the sofa. SEB enters, dragging his feet in his typical slack way, makes the
‘Effervescence Manifeste’ compilation spin in the cd player.
MC: What is it ??
It’s a compilation from an indie/experimental label based in Nantes, France.
It's called "Effervescence." There are various unknown bands coming
from various backgrounds so it won’t the same kind of music all the time.
MC: mmh (gazing at the ceiling). What’s the name of the first band ??
This Melodramatic Sauna. Nice band name, uh ?
MC: Yep but when I’m in a sauna I’m not melodramatic. And if there’s a
girl in there with me, I’m telling you…
(interrupting him): No you’re not telling me, you effeminate little jerk.
Listen to this fragile piece of music instead. It’s quite emotional as the
name let me suggest it. The guy’s accent is the weak point but then, it
conveys some sort of appealing fragility. Folk delicacy…
MC: Yep, delicacy. That’s the word. I was so delicate with this girl last
night that it didn’t take her a long time to ask for more…
You’ve won. I’m paying attention to you. So what happened ??
MC: This hot girl came up to me and talked me into going to another pub. So I
said ok if you intend to buy me a drink. She agreed so I went away with her.
(pressing the ‘repeat’ button): And you talked to her all night long.
MC (ill-at-ease, laughing and fumbling with a plectrum): hmm, no we went to this
bar. I carefully avoided Dave Rebel, Humphrey Maurice and Angus. Then we went to
another bar and she fell down because of her high heels and we decided to go to
my place because I had bandages…
waits for the end of the story
H enters the room while Dave is calling SEB.
SEB leaves the room. Horace de
Tupolev carries a chair to the kitchen.
Vincent MC): don't you have an apartment of your own ?
MC (shocked by such a greeting): errr, yes, but...
don't need to tell me, you spent the night drinking, maybe you discussed with a
girl at some point and then the late night activities included either watching
Lord of the Rings or masturbating in front of zoophilia.
MC (blushing): errrr...
ok I forgive your mistakes (listening to the music) hey, this is nice,
"Modul" uh ?
MC: can't hear the bass
sometimes it's better that way. so, really, what did you do yesterday ?
MC (relieved, but still uncomfortable): well there was this show, you know, I
played in with my metal band, in the countryside, and we opened for Indochine
(reading the cd's liner notes): Motenai?? more like boring-nai!
Rebel passes through the room, high fives Barbara and goes to the bathroom.
Belone song is better, electro-folkish, reminds me of that German band Komeit.
You've heard of Komeit, haven't you?
MC: Yeah I know their drummer, and I was in the band for two weeks you know,
they were hardcore at the time, I
think my playing has influenced their sound quite a bit. We opened for Scorpions
once in the heydays of hard rock…
(shuffling through one of Humphrey Maurice's magazines): oh my god, can you
believe how bad Morrissey looks nowadays??
MC falls into jaded catatonia, Humphrey Maurice enters the room, drunk.
Humphrey, how are you ?
to see you too my dear. (checking her purse) damn, I forgot my cigarettes at
Lady Ladybug's apartment. I'll be right back.
leaves, Horace de Tupolev carries a chair from the kitchen to Dave's room,
Humphrey Maurice burps loudly and laughs, SEB WOOd goes to his room and Dave
Rebel comes back from the bathroom.
Still hanging around on my sofa, huh?
MC: Since I’ve been having my flat, I keep on visiting my friends and…
Well, the word “visiting” conveys the idea that from times to times, you go
back to your own flat, so I’m not sure “visiting” is the right word. By
the way, I think it’s time to change the stereo, there must be a problem with
MC: I think the stereo is ok, we are listening to a band called Stuntman5.
Crap name for crap music, at least there’s a kind of logic in what they do.
I’ve heard you’re in love…
MC: I was wondering how long it would take you to speak about it. She just
offered to pay for some drinks, and as I am a bit broke these days, I accepted.
And the reward was to kiss her. That’s prostitution you whore!! (realizing the
song is not finished yet) My God, I wonder if these guys do it on purpose, they
must have had some kind of problem in their childhood and they want to make
everybody pay. It’s a shame to play such terrible music in 2003, considering
all the new technologies that can turn a baby into a Mozart.
MC: You’re right. With my own band, we use a lot of different stuff to create
our own sound, and when we went to record our album in L.A., everything was
almost over before we even started to record, our producer Bob Rock had nearly
nothing to do.
Sometimes I wonder if you are really like us… I can’t bear to listen to that
shit anymore, I’m gonna wash my ears with a good black metal band. See you in
MC: Yeah yeah…
R. goes back to his bedroom and SEB WOOd is back in the lounge while satanic
guitar riffs can be heard through Dave R.’s bedroom door.
MC, Barbara tells me you found yourself a girl ??
MC: Yes, she’s the one you saw last Tuesday.
one to whom you said ‘if you want some dick tonight you’ll get some"??
This girl ??
MC (a bit embarrassed): mmh yeah but…
shh, I like this song. It sounds like instrumental emo math-rock from Chicago.
The group has got an Euskadi-like name. Let me look at the booklet…
MC: I was only doing that because I wanted her to buy me a drink…
Shut the fuck up. Please… Listen, it’s ripe with tension… repetitive but
MC (after a while with a hushed voice): the problem is that I didn’t realize
immediately that she was fat…
song’s already over. I’ll listen to it alone anyway. And are you getting on
well with this girl ??
MC: Yeah we were but she just dumped me because I was too serious she said.
bursts out of laughing. Vincent MC looks for something in his backpack…
(calming down): Oh please, try to remain silent for 3 minutes. This song
is one of my favourite on this cd. Apparently they are just two girls. They are
called MANSFIELD TYA.
MC (still looking for something in his backpack): Girls, uh ?? Why do they
bother ?? They should cook, wash the dishes and make babies…
Shh, it’s not because someone tells you you’re too serious that you should
overact. Listen to this song. Seriously! They are two girls. Only acoustic
guitar and violin. The singer is named Julia. She has a beautiful voice. Raspy
and on the verge of tearing apart. It reminds me of Cat Power’s voice and of
The Delgados’ singer (circa Domestiques). So can you remain silent for
the next 3 minutes please ??
MC: mmh, yeah. (he starts to watch his clock and 3 minutes later says) Time’s
couldn’t wait for the song to end you midget fucker! It lasts 3’11… Did
you just look at your watch ??
MC (still looking for something in his bag): No. I listened. It’s a good song.
Sure it’s nice. Fragile and weary.
MC’s bag spills out because of his clumsiness. A hair-straightener box lands
on the floor.
What are you doing with a hair-straightener ??
MC (puzzled but trying hard to remain self-assured): Nevermind, it’s for my
bursts out of laughing and goes to his bedroom because the next song sounds like
Steve Reich playing the harpsichord and he likes neither contemporary music nor
harpsichords. Barbara enters.
Lady Ladybug wasn’t joking when she told me her new stuff was strong. Woooh.
(listening to the music) Who bought the Lord of the Rings soundtrack ?
MC: well, I did, but that’s not what’s playing right now. It’s called
makes me feel dizzy. I really hate harpsichords and it sounds like there’s a
whole army of them in there. Die, shitty instruments! (skips) uh, now that’s
original, the band cut the first two measures of a Slowdive song and played them
in loop. Morr music bands have done this before, you (Arsenal’s 1 minute and
20 second track ends) …uh? ok, nevermind. I can’t really judge something
this short. (dramatic pause) Is that a hair straightener?
MC: it’s Humphrey’s.
didn’t know Humphrey had curly hair, but I guess that’s the point. I’m
gonna buy some Coke. Be right back.
leaves, wondering what Humphrey would look like with an afro.
comes in again while track 10 starts.
this is my second favourite song on the album. Each time I come in there’s a
song I like. How convenient! I wish it could be like this all the time…
MC: Why don’t you carry a cd player all the time?
‘cos when you go to a party and you listen to your cd player all the time
I’m afraid people take you for a social freak. And don’t tell me to get
small speakers… You’d better listen to this song. The band is called
SEYMOUR. They play a sort of great emo-noise in which guitar lines are greatly
entwined. It reminds me of June of 44 and Slint in the infuriated moments, not
as dark and threatening though.
MC: The singer’s voice is familiar…
Yeah, on the quiet melancholy parts he sounds like Purr’s singer…
MC: mmh… Blue purr ??
won’t even answer. Go play with your Playstation or go to India or pick some
18 years-old girl or whatever…
puts the headphones on to listen to the song while Vincent MC discreetly puts
his hair-straightener in his bag. A bit later, Barbara comes back. SWd takes the
Barb’ you should listen to the next song. Do you know that Vincent MC has got
a hair-straightener ??
(puzzled) : I thought it was Humphrey’s. (Barb drinks down some coke and
pauses) …it doesn’t really matter anyway. Somethings sound more shameful for
boys than they do for girls.
Vincent MC: thank you.
H: you’re welcome, honeybunny. This is not bad at all. I mean, the music. Your
new girlfriend… she’s still your girlfriend right ?
MC: uh, it depends on which one you’re talking about.
Barbara H: the stupid one. I liked the fat one better but I’ve heard you were not serious enough for her. I think lowering the target audience’s age was a smart move but then again I think you went a bit too far. Anyway…. Oh yes. This song, by Belikomi, is nice. Easily the most ambitious thing I’ve heard on this cd so far. Electro pop that sounds darker and more inspired than your usual Morr music release. Ok Suitcase’s cut & pasted glitch stuff actually sounds good and not too pretentious. Nothing spectacular, but still it sounds good, bits of keyboards, bits of field recordings, nice.
MC (hurt): you really think she’s stupid ?
she did sound stupid when I met her. But you know her better than I do. I
didn’t have the pleasure to talk with her all night long.
fell asleep during the past two IDM tracks and missed this pretty interesting
piece of conversation.
Barbara leaves quietly to Dave’s room, leaving SEB with Vincent, alone and vulnerable.
MC decides to take revenge, quietly laughs in an evil manner, takes the hair
straightener out of his bag, directs it in the direction of SEB’s hair, plugs
it and electrocutes himself. The noise wakes SEB WOOd up and the electricity is
cut down in the flat as Room 204’s "Firebass" starts (the stereo is
MC stands still waiting for someone to switch the lights on again, he listens to
Room 204 and shyly utters that the music is good.
SWd: Yes it’s good. That’s a good example of emo-math rock post rock whose
spirit is close to the Chicago scene. The
album is good too…
Vincent MC (shyly interrupting): ok, could you uh, put the light back on ? Please ?
SWd (going on with his explanations): The main difference is that there is no bass on the album but the tracks alternate delicate crystal-clear arpeggios with staccato overdriven riffs in a similar way.
MC: ok, uh could you…
SWd: Shut up. It’s great to listen to it in the dark…
Vincent MC: ok, uh but..
SWd: What’s the problem ?? Are you afraid of the dark ??
Vincent MC: No, it’s just that uh, it prevents me from thinking…
laughs, goes away and leaves Vincent MC alone, quavering in the dark. He manages
to quickly change the fuses that had just blown because he used to watch dully
Tom ‘Toolman’ Taylor on Saturday morning when he was a teenager…
MC is relieved. Barbara and Dave enter the living room while SEB puts his
leather jacket on and goes away.
he goes. Such a shady guy.
Rebel: he’s slim, too
bursts out laughing, high fives Dave Rebel and notices Vincent MC’s
may be an appropriate time to use that hair straightener sweetheart.
MC: I think it’s broken…
Rebel: more like Vincent MC5!!
(recovering from violent laughter): please stop, you’re killing me.
Dave Rebel (holding a hurt hand after a violent but legitimate high five assault): ok Barbara, take it easy. I have to get ready, got an appointment in half an hour at the PV bar with a nice Asian girl.
well, I hope she shows up this time!
MC laughs, Dave Rebel sighs and goes back to his room. Queen’s “Bohemian
Rhapsody” can be heard through the door.
sometimes I don’t understand him. He would hate this track by MELt, yet he
listens to Queen. It sounds very good, IDM you can’t dance to…
MC: IDM ?
intelligent dance music
it took me hours of research to find out what it stood for, so I feel like
I’ve earned the right to use the acronym. MELt’s “Cannot Remember When You
Loved Me” sounds nice, dreamy yet quite melancholic, close to Múm’s music,
but without the twin angels’ voices or the wooden experimentation.The next
tracks starts where MELt’s track has ended, in a dark fog. Audiopixel is a
stupid geek name but his contribution to this compilation is quite affecting,
tight and worrying.
MC: it reminds me, I’m a bit worried you see, I think that the electric shock
has damaged my memory, I can’t remember the face of my girlfriend, everything
great flow! that’s because you have two of them. Maybe your overly moral
subcouscious thought that you ought to have only one girl. And as a result, he
melted the two of them into what is probably a fat and stupid 19 years old girl.
Vincent MC: uh ?
nothing. I’ve watched episodes 8 and 9 of the third season of Alias with Angus
this afternoon, so I may still be under the influence. That guy Vaughn is really
MC: yeah I think so too.
(listening to the music): uh? sorry, you were saying ?
track by draftank, titled “Zaj 1.0” goes further into electronic territory
but really fails to impress. The Pelforte song sounds better, probably one of
the best tracks I’ve listened to here today. There’s a quiet, post rockish
guitar riff and blips added on top of it, quite delicately crafted. Colegram’s
“…Or Not” is quite good, it starts with foggy drones and then the beats
kick in and succeed in holding the track together while still allowing extra
space for experimentation. And I think it is possible to dance to it.
de Tupolev enters the room in an expensive italian black suit, does a couple of
stunning moves and goes to the bathroom.
don’t you think he’s changed a bit since he left to Paris ?
MC: well he's always had the rhythm under his skin, just like I do. We’re a very
tight rhythmic section you know…
yeah, I’ve heard stories I wasn’t really dying to hear…
Anderson enters magnificiently in the apartment with the effect of shutting down
There you are at last. SEB told me to watch after the kid, can you replace me
for a bit while I go get some chocolate ? I’ll buy you candy.
Please don’t offer me anything, cos you know I am trying to watch my calory in-take.
Or maybe... yeah I know: can you buy me a Pepsi but half diet and half
regular, plus French fries with lots of mayonnaise
but no salt cos you know I wanna check myself. (he
goes through his purse) I
don’t have change so I’ll pay for cinema tomorrow, OK?
problem, great, I’ll be right back. Bye!
moment, the silence in the apartment is upstriking, almost frightening cos
unreal in this place of concrete action-reaction buzzing. Vincent MC feels dizzy
and then clumsily grasps a cigarette. He throws one to Angus.
Thanks. So how are you? I’ve heard stories…
MC : Last night I went to San Pedro.
MC: Well let me tell you about this book I’ve read. The guy, I think he is
Italian or something of the kind, I mean third world you know. So this guy,
Rambaldi wrote that the best therapy for sex criminals was music. Not only the
listening, also the practice of it. I said to myself: well that’s quite
interesting but I can’t have my 2000 dollars Jazzmaster bass guitar with me
all the time. So I distorted his theory and quote excerpts from songs when I
feel bad or strange. Music makes the people come together…
If you say so. Let’s try. Is there a CD around?
MC pushes the play button and reaches track 19, not really in the mood for
listening to the whole cd again.
MC (going through the liner notes): This is called "Violeta" by The
It’s good, isn’t it? Some kind of seventies reminiscence, makes me think of
Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young. Still I don’t really see your point about this
soothing your appetite for perversion.
MC: There is no exact science, lest the girl has big tits and no bra. Next song
is by Domotic, the title is in French I can’t read.
It sounds like Cubase stuff. It’s a pity the CD closes on this, yet I don’t
know the rest. Can you sum it up for me? Because I am sure Barbara and SEB will
talk about it later, and I want to be able to understand something.
MC: Well I cannot really tell, I arrived just before you did.
(silent for a while) : I got to pee, still my urethra problems.
motions himself towards the toilets and Vincent MC looks up at the ceiling. He
feels like he is alone in the apartment now, unable to move or unable to
remenber that he's got tickets for the Metallica concert tonight. At last, he
gathers his stuff and prepares for leaving, hoping for one of the doors to open.
None of the inhabitants of the place can be heard doing anything. Vincent MC
gets out of the apartment.
-SEB WOOd, Barbara H, Dave Rebel and Angus Anderson.
similarity with any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
/jan 15th 2004/