CHIEN D'LA CASSE

While some are still milking garage rock for all its cool like it will never dry out,?the sleaziest alley cats are gone drinking somewhere else. Sitting on a cinderblock?in the darkness of a cave in the suburbs, drinking warm beer, they'd rather witness?the convulsions of a degenerating French song. Crafted with some second-hand?gear and crumbs of poetry, this lament from the slums has Noir Boy George as?its flagbearer and Jessica93 as companion of misfortune. You will hear it filling?the air of tiny and barely sound-proofed venues, to the greatest and perverse?delight of all those that the prevailing festivism has made wary, and not quite?convinced that we live in the best of times. Nicolas Belvalette, known as Use,?doesn't really play the guitar, and it's barely a guitar anyway. He hits it, strikes the?same chord ad nauseam, sticks a zinc cymbal on the neck, plays six instruments?all at once. For a while Belvalette managed a concert venue in Amiens, l'Accueil?Froid; when the place closed down, he ran in some local elections under the label?of a fanciful party, le Parti Sans Cible (The Party Without A Goal, roughly), and?got 2.17% of the votes. He juggles with numerous projects (Headwar, Les?Morts Vont Bien, Roberto Succo, Yvette Corner But, Sultan Solitude,?and many others), and ekes out a practice in this musical interzone that is the?great tribe of the DIY. Chien d'la Casse is the first album from his Use solo project,?which he initiated in 2011. Wild and aggressive, yet welcoming and touching in?its bareness, the album demands surrender to the mighty power of the trance,?embracing the regressive pleasure of the drums wreaking havoc, the flimsy jingles,?the texts rhythmic as a Dada poem. Chien d'la Casse opens with the spiteful grunts?of a pissed-off mongrel. Most of the album sounds like an ode to break-ins in?garbage dumps with the sole purpose of banging on rusty cans until they burst.?Only Sous mes draps echoes like a sad nursery rhyme, but leaves the realm of?social realism to wander on the foggy heights of a fairground horror flick. C'est si?lisse concludes the album with a fire alarm and some human barking, in an?atmosphere of a black mass saturated with backward tapes; the dream ends up in?chaos, it's almost day.?TRACKLISTING?01. Nuke moi?02. Respire?03. Sous mes draps?04. Plusieurs collisions?05. Amphetamine?06. Infini?07. C'est si lisse