Fly Pan Am
Ceux Qui Inventent N'Ont Jamais Vecu?

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Fly Pan Am sharpen their sonic and conceptual knives to shiny surgical points on this second full-length. Having gradually moved from long, reverb-drenched repetition to concise, bone-dry repetition in their live shows over the past couple of years, these new songs are marked by a full embrace of stuttering, fucked-up funk. The result is a tightly-wound record that frequently seems to pop its own springs. A strange and resistant strain of instrumental rock has been breeding in the tweaked brains of these four boys for some time now, and this record emerges as a startlingly infectious little virus, helping to keep the form alive by undermining and destabilising it in brash and unpredictable ways. Fly Pan Am chews up casual conjunctions of rock and electronics, leaving that hollow, worn-out 'post-rock' category in a crumpled heap behind them. The group is serious about their krautrock, but about a great many other things as well, whether New York no-wavisms, afro-beat, or musique concrete.

Recorded by Thierry (GY!BE, Silver Mt. Zion, Molasses, etc.) on the new 24-track tape machine at Montreal's Hotel2Tango, Ceux Qui Inventent... is precisely stitched together, with the rhythm section of Felix Morel (drums) and J.S. Truchy (bass) serving as a new-wave-meets-no-wave backbone for the screwed-down/spastic guitar work of Roger Tellier-Craig and Jonathan Parant. Self-sabotage is the recurring theme, with a variety of moves, both instrumental and 'artificial', serving to disrupt and dislocate the music. No, your CD player is not defective -- those skipping sounds are intentional.