Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Human. Un certain pays. 1985.

Overture: a certain land in the near future. Among the ruins of industrial civilization (everywhere plastic home depot bags and starbucks cups) people scrounge for leftover tomato soup cans, and lawns with dandelions to eat or the last ounce of petrol in the bottom of deep pits dug into the sites of old gas stations. In the dark, treeless, concrete infested parts of the land people swollen close to starvation, survive like vultures on the already gone. Then they celebrate by taking a flatscreen plasma tv and smashing it on the ground to see the sparks. Not a single cat or dog or squirrel is to be seen here.

Ricochet: an alien spaceship flashes by, slingshotting around the sun like a comet, long tail of fusion carrying it towards the land. Inside they watch a Nat Geo video of the forests of indonesia teeming with orangutangs.

Amalgame: One intrepid human manages to grind maple seeds into flour with an elliptical machine. Another is seen to slice and dice some grass and water into soup, but it quickly breaks. One is chopping up pigeons with a lawnmower. Another marks his territory with a printer toner cartridge, getting it all over his True Religion Jeans. He curses, takes a bite out of a kraft "fun cheez shapes". Still tastes good, centuries after it was made! Another human is vacuuming up ants from the sidewalk to eat with a still-working dustbuster with batteries. When the batteries run out soon he uses it to dig himself a home in the ground. Another walks by with rotten crabapples in a wheelbarrow made of a small filing cabinet on top of two large rolodexes full of important business contacts. One pulls in a fishing net with 2 dead oysters, no fish, with rope made of linked rolex watches. Next to him, a woman with several toilet plungers is catching tiny crawdads.

Depression: Time has passed, but badly. Few are left by now, scraping by on the last pizza pockets and whole foods granola mix bins forgotten by the others. Thank god they didn't like the mix, they say to themselves. Mothers cry as they watch their children die before their eyes, reaching to give them a plastic waterproof Thomas the Tank Engine in comfort. They give them sweet splenda packets to suck not realizing it has zero calories and will not sustain them.

Albatros: Everywhere birds-- mostly pigeons and sparrows-- fill the sky. The age of dinosaurs passed to the age of mammals, which has now ended, but the age of birds is now set to start. An albatross lands outside a shelter made of lego. Inside the last couple left alive looks out. He throws his golf putter weapon towards it but misses: "oh damned sport!" he says next, activating a golf ball shooting machine, but of course, the balls bounce harmlessly off the bird. Instead the bird starts to peck at the too weak to move woman clothed in tattered Furstenberg head to toe. It turns away disgusted by the taste of her recycled-plastic crocs.

Hiver: The aliens armed with impossibly powerful laser guns land from their ship, millions strong, to conquer what years ago they saw was a green and fertile land of forest and fish-filled seas, ready to enslave the population just like the conquistadors did with the natives of the new world. Instead there is nothing left alive to enslave. The leader kicks away a still-working ipad in disgust. "Not even any fossil fuels left here..." he-she says. His-her second in command comments: "How ironic... They escaped their fate, through self-destruction." The leader promptly shoots him dead. He hates irony, as indeed all good leaders should.

This album is a bona-fide masterpiece. As I've mentioned before, and repeated before, again and again, someone spent a lot of time writing this music, and it shows. What makes it great is the quality of the composition and the cohesiveness of the whole, it plays out like a long symphony, the pieces connect together perfectly. A digital piano performs like a concerto with a very odd sounding orchestra full of echoes and soundtrack effects, occasionally even duetting with an acoustic grand. The orchestra is not annoying in the way for ex. The Enid's is, because it is subjected to so many effects like reverb and because thankfully the string section has been given the day off to brush up on their dumb mozart. Very dramatic crashes of brass and woodwinds and punctuations of huge chords make for a really interesting auricular experience. There is no guitar at all. The melodies are very original, sounding like my man Igor S trying to create a rock album. The dark, very characteristically pessimistic style of advanced french prog is in evidence here, like Yves et Alain Lorentz, Shylock, Yog Sothoth, Carpe diem. The closest similar album is probably British Craft from the eighties, or russian Horizont's two albums, whose digital piano use is very similar. It's shocking this came out in the 1980s, at the same time as Duran Duran et al. What were these musicians thinking?? Thank god they couldn't have cared less about the zeitgeist of dance dance dance and I want my MTV and neon green short shorts...

L'albatros...

12 comments:

Tristan Stefan said...

human un certain pays 85 http://www.megaupload.com/?d=0XCJ2LFE

usaiditma said...

thanks

Dairos777azz said...

Huum, i'm always in searching of french highly charming strangeness. I knew the name but never listened. More mentally blowing than many french pearls. Same obscure black deep blue intensity as Mantler works. Sublime... faaaaaaantaastic.

One Million of Thanks

Anonymous said...

new link

http://lix.in/-77356c

the saucer people said...

Thanks so much for sharing this with the world and the small portion who live to find uber-obscure sonic high strangeness in cool music blogs and for those people this is a joyous moment...what was in the water in France in the seventies and eighties?!? At a complete tangent to what was going on in the Anglo-American empire at the same time (for the most part with honourable exceptions)....I love that sense of French strangeness and surrealism found in the work of people like JP Massiera and the like, it still has an astonishing freshness...this record too, it is both mesmerising and unsettling, a perfect combination!

I am doing a section at my upcoming blog (I am responding to the earths urgent need for new music blogs) on electronica-prog-disco albums from the seventies and eighties with explicit space/alien/futuristic themes and motifs and this certainly fits into that category, if anyone can suggest any other obscure albums based on these themes I would really appreciate if you could let me know...Prog Not Frog will be of course mentioned, linked and praised to the skies for any posts that come from its loyal band of followers!

Anonymous said...

Hi!
Please reupload this miracle.
thanks Dan

isabelbc said...

new link: http://www.megaupload.com/?d=K1ZSSSNS

Anonymous said...

Thanks a lot dear Isabel :*
Dan

Anonymous said...

Bonjour, je cherche ce disque (je le cherchais surtout dans ma mémoire, car impossible de me souvenir du nom) depuis 10 ans. Existe-il un fichier quelquepart ?

Mon adresse : onmyway01 [@] gmail.com

Pampertuis said...

Hello
I'd be delighted if you could upload it somewhere. And it would the last time, for I would for example offer this gem in P2P or torrent to anyone who wants it.

isabelbc said...

new link http://www.mediafire.com/?6f7a83gui2ybu53

Anonymous said...

new link https://hotfile.com/dl/239321283/7c35639/Human_-_Un_Certain_Pays_(FRA_85).zip.html

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