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ARTIST
TITLE
Chez Toi
FORMAT
CD
LABEL
CATALOG #
DB 145CD
DB 145CD
GENRE
RELEASE DATE
5/22/2007
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This is France-to-Berlin transplant Fred Bigot, aka Electronicat, and this is his third full-length release on Disko B. Chez Toi continues the Electronicat chapter of fusing guitars and machines, with rock-meets-noise-meets-electronics, drone and industrial music. However, this album transcends all the previous flirtations with electro and presents Bigot's mature vision of pop, rock and noise, mixed with a healthy dose of risk-taking attitude. "Seveneves" exhibits Bigot's on-going fascination with palindromes and loops. A washed-out, haunting guitar accompanies an industrious rhythm over which Masumi Kobayashi repeatedly counts from 1 to 7 in two different types of Japanese, while we are sent off to charter a rhythmic territory that, though repetitive in form, constantly buckles and changes due to its uneven time signature. "Nu Day" is almost two songs in one, the first half with Bigot singing and the second half turning into a hybrid hip-hop/rock song with Miss Le Bomb and G.Rizo at the helm. "Je Pleure J'ai Peur" is a good old-fashioned love song with a modern, raw and determined edge. "Pancake Lady" starts off with bongos, guitars, and all kinds of percussion to create a pulsing techno song. "The Delphins" acts as a short, slightly twisted environmental statement before we come to "Angers," a methodical and courageous piece of rock music with a tightly precise guitar riff. "Lost Gigabyte" is witty, brash and desperate, full of warped metaphors and references to modern technology. "In Limbo" is a haunting, slow, synth-filled melody -- dreamy, remote and reminiscent of Twin Peaks, shadows, lost love, undiscovered things. The final track, "She's A Queen," is an older track that previously appeared on the vinyl-only album Catatac. This is Bigot doing what he has become known for: a manic sci-fi Moog introduction followed by droning and a distorted heavy bass line and shuffle rhythm. A saturated, quacking guitar joins in, kinda rockabilly, kinda spaghetti western. It all comes together with a perverted choral climax. The only thing left to do now is press play and enjoy it all over again.
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