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BORNBAD 192CD
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Jessica93, prodigal bastard of the glorious French squat scene, relocated on Born Bad. Geoffroy Laporte, alone against all odds, alternates bass and guitar to build harsh loops with a drum machine spitting pre-Gulf War patterns. That's where it gets tricky: every musical posse claims him. Grunge, sure, but Jessica doesn't indulge in necrophilia. His circuit is punk, he doesn't dress the part though. Cold wave, the atmosphere fits somehow, but the gear does not. Maybe it's time to give it a rest and let Jessica93 cook his great misery broth on her own, called 666 Tours De Périph (666 laps on the beltway). Witnessing Jessica93 live makes you dread that he'll get up the next morning, drive 200 miles and one nap later kick it again. At the heart of this cultural pentacle painted by French weirdos Bryan's Magic Tears, and Carine Krinator, Jessica93 has built a sound validated by years of chosen vagrancy, birthing bands with joyously stupid monikers, in the humid jungle of small labels. Jessica93's debut album had a track celebrating Omar Little, HBO's gay bandit from Baltimore. This story begins on the beltway, where Florence Rey, accidental copkiller turned to political icon of the '90s. A previous album was haunted by bedbugs, this one is essentially about love, a delicious scourge just as hard to eradicate. The record demonstrates the know-how acquired in loop-by-loop construction of ruins that are pleasant to squat in together. There's your classic doom delicatessen, with bits of heavy metal inside, crafted with the manic care typical of hard wankers. Arthur Satàn, who produced and mixed the album at home in Bordeaux, helped him get his head out of the reverb safe house. And Jessica93 took the opportunity to switch to the dark side of the language: French at last.
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BORNBAD 192LP
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LP version. Jessica93, prodigal bastard of the glorious French squat scene, relocated on Born Bad. Geoffroy Laporte, alone against all odds, alternates bass and guitar to build harsh loops with a drum machine spitting pre-Gulf War patterns. That's where it gets tricky: every musical posse claims him. Grunge, sure, but Jessica doesn't indulge in necrophilia. His circuit is punk, he doesn't dress the part though. Cold wave, the atmosphere fits somehow, but the gear does not. Maybe it's time to give it a rest and let Jessica93 cook his great misery broth on her own, called 666 Tours De Périph (666 laps on the beltway). Witnessing Jessica93 live makes you dread that he'll get up the next morning, drive 200 miles and one nap later kick it again. At the heart of this cultural pentacle painted by French weirdos Bryan's Magic Tears, and Carine Krinator, Jessica93 has built a sound validated by years of chosen vagrancy, birthing bands with joyously stupid monikers, in the humid jungle of small labels. Jessica93's debut album had a track celebrating Omar Little, HBO's gay bandit from Baltimore. This story begins on the beltway, where Florence Rey, accidental copkiller turned to political icon of the '90s. A previous album was haunted by bedbugs, this one is essentially about love, a delicious scourge just as hard to eradicate. The record demonstrates the know-how acquired in loop-by-loop construction of ruins that are pleasant to squat in together. There's your classic doom delicatessen, with bits of heavy metal inside, crafted with the manic care typical of hard wankers. Arthur Satàn, who produced and mixed the album at home in Bordeaux, helped him get his head out of the reverb safe house. And Jessica93 took the opportunity to switch to the dark side of the language: French at last.
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