[Album Review] Look Sacré- Maison​-​Piège
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Release Date: April 4th, 2017
Label: Independent
Look Sacré have that characteristic that seems so lacking in contemporary music: audacity. In a world that is overly concerned about political correctness and appearances over substance, there are just too few artist willing to venture out of their shells. They want to stay in well-worn territory where they feel comfortable. Heaven forbid they should fall flat on their face. But Look Sacré has that joie de vivre — that don’t-give-a-shit attitude — that punks and glam rockers once had, that sees them venture into the almost ridiculous in their latest album Maison​-​Piège. And we willingly go along for the ride.

The opening track has a truly odd modern chorale performance which gradually gets taken over by distorted guitars in an impressive post-rock progression. In contrast, the singing in “As seen on TV” is by a single voice — one that is shoved to the background in favour of the mournful strains of post-prog guitars. In another about-face, the vocals take centre stage in the theatrical “Ratons” but they are again place in the background for the blistering King Crimson-like “Hémisphère Mort”.

Just when you think you may have this band sorted out they throw a wrench in the works with “WOB”, because its club-friendly beat and post-punk melody will have your toes tapping and your mouth humming. That’s not to say it doesn’t have a deliciously sinister streak to it, and the moment doesn’t last long because the final, and strangest, track is soon upon you.

“Maison – Piège” is something of a mini-opus, going through an evolution from proto-punk/glam through a kind a Broadway musical phase and into a stadium rock refrain. At first blush, the central chorus sounds like an Arcade Fire concert finale, but it’s a warped version. There are down-beats where there should be up-beats, causing the entire effort to be inverted. Instead of reaching a rarefied state of universal harmony, the song becomes increasingly confusing and isolating, standing as a mirror on our world of post-industrial despair.

Look Sacré are audacious enough to push the envelope and push themselves, not overly concerned that they may occasionally stumble. Some passages overstay their welcome and sometimes things can be harsher than seems necessary. Most of these “blips” smooth themselves out with repeated listens, but even if there are still the odd comfortable moments they are well worth it. The alternative is to play it safe in the shallow end and we’re all bored with that.