The abyss gazes into you

Parfois, deux pochettes d'albums similaires restent un long moment en sommeil dans mon ordinateur, dans l'attente qu'un hypothétique troisième visuel justifie la publication d'un article siglé Crossed Covers sur ce blog.

Et puis, un jour, surprise, la série se complète.

C'est cette fois d'autant plus remarquable que c'est au lendemain du concert parisien du groupe concerné au premier chef : Godspeed You Black Emperor.

Le premier visuel est donc celui de l'album marquant le retour du collectif montréalais en 2012.

Les suivants proviennent d'eps d'Epic45 (groupe méconnu, pour amateurs de hood et bark psychosis) et Hiatus (?)

Cette dernière pochette reprend une photo signée Spencer Murphy, sur lequel je reviendrai sans doute bientôt.

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Godspeed You! Black Emperor - Allelujah! Don't Bend! Ascend! (Constellation, 2012)

Epic45, Monument EP (Monopsone, 2014)

Hiatus, Third EP (s/r, 2015)

Starless future, Folklore past

Il aurait été dommage de séjourner au Canada sans y voir le moindre concert. L'occasion ne m'aura pas été donnée à Montréal (mi-août) mais à Québec, la veille de mon retour en France. Le 28 août, se produisait en effet dans la basse-ville, au Cercle, Moonface (aka Spencer Krug, de Wolf Parade, Sunset Rubdown ou encore Swan Lake).

Le concert fût mémorable, je pense me souvenir encore longtemps du moment où ont retenti les premiers mots chantés par Spencer Krug, après à une longue intro instrumentale :
"He dreams that Neptune is a prophet And Jupiter a healer" (c'est extrait de The Fog).

Un peu plus tard, suivit "Love the House You're In"
(que vous pouvez écouter là, si ça vous chante)

I regretfully withdraw my offer

To try to improve myself

I sincerely believe the results

Would be a disaster

I held the chisel between my cheekbones

And I beheld the face of my true master

You've gotta love the house you're in

You've gotta love the house you're in

Sat out on the balcony

Doing blow, playing chess

By myself

There is a pseudo-intellectual in me

Oh but, uh, luckily there's something else

A frog with its tongue stuck

To the inside of my chest

A crow that keeps banging

Up against the glass

A well-intentioned demon

Somewhere within

Maybe that last one's not so bad

Maybe that last one's the main attraction

You've gotta love the house you're in

You've gotta love the house you're in

Someone keeps writing your name all over the walls

Someone keeps writing your name all over the walls

Ah da da da

I would like to be more for you

Than just a ghost

Lighting up in the courtyard

Sometimes I am an actual man

Standing perfectly still in the dark

Starless future

Folklore past

So leave the shade halfway open

Leave the shade halfway drawn

I'm writing a line for the stars

Happiness is waiting for you to fall

Moonface – Love the House You're In

Julia with Blue Jeans on (Paper Bag records, 2013)

Photo: Julien Baby-Cormier

福島, "Good-Fortune Island"

Dans la série des villes fantômes (après Détroit, Kangbashi et Pripyiat), Fukushima, par le photographe polonais Arkadiusz Podniesinski, quatre ans et demi après l'accident nucléaire ayant provoqué l'évacuation de 160'000 personnes

Photos (Arkadiusz Podniesinski/REX Shutterstock/SIPA) [via]

Movie Poster of the Week

Camille Fontaine, Par accident (2015)

(Film qu'en revanche, je n'irai sans doute pas voir)

Love will tear us apart (again)

(Entendue une n-ième fois dans la bande originale d'un film hier)

When routine bites hard,

And ambitions are low,

And resentment rides high,

But emotions won't grow,

And we're changing our ways, taking different roads.

Then love, love will tear us apart again.

Love, love will tear us apart again.

Why is the bedroom so cold?

You've turned away on your side.

Is my timing that flawed?

Our respect runs so dry.

Yet there's still this appeal

That we've kept through our lives.

But love, love will tear us apart again.

Love, love will tear us apart again.

You cry out in your sleep,

All my failings exposed.

And there's a taste in my mouth,

As desperation takes hold.

Just that something so good just can't function no more.

But love, love will tear us apart again

Joy Division, Love will tear us apart (Factory, 1980)

Poster of the Week

www.africolor.com

Quelque part dans l'Est canadien

David Altmedj, Son 3 (Relatives) (2014)

I detest club culture as deeply as I detest anything on earth

(Peut-être #old pour certains d'entre vous... Anyway)
Ci-dessous, un e-mail écrit par Steve Albini, en réponse à un producteur de musique électronique anglais, s'étant enquis de la permission d'utiliser un sample de sa musique.

Hey Oscar,

Sounds like you've got a cool thing set up for yourself. I am absolutely the wrong audience for this kind of music. I've always detested mechanized dance music, its stupid simplicity, the clubs where it was played, the people who went to those clubs, the drugs they took, the shit they liked to talk about, the clothes they wore, the battles they fought amongst each other... basically all of it, 100 percent hated every scrap. The electronic music I liked was radical and different, shit like the White Noise, Xenakis, Suicide, Kraftwerk, and the earliest stuff form Cabaret Voltaire, SPK and DAF. When that scene and those people got co-opted by dance/club music I felt like we'd lost a war. I detest club culture as deeply as I detest anything on earth.

So I am against what you're into, and an enemy of where you come from but I have no problem with what you're doing. I haven't bothered listening to the links, mainly because I'm in a hotel with crappy internet at the moment but also because it probably wouldn't be to my taste and that wouldn't help either of us.

In other words, you're welcome to do whatever you like with whatever of mine you've gotten your hands on. Don't care. Enjoy yourself.

-steve albini