It’s Friday morning, which means I’m currently staring at the clock and calculating the exact trajectory of the Hamms avalanche about to hit my liver. Since I’ve committed to drinking 80% of my weekly beer intake in the next few hours, I figured I should probably listen to something that sounds the way a Friday night in Milwaukee feels: loud, slightly chaotic, and smelling faintly of a basement show. Enter the French band Faucheuse and their latest offering, ‘Comme un Poignard‘. Honestly, I want to thank our listeners from France for pointing us toward this record and for tuning in—mostly because I assume you sent this to me as a challenge to see if my speakers or my eardrums would give out first.
‘Comme un Poignard’ is exactly what you’d expect from a Bordeaux D-beat outfit. The production is “raw,” which is music-critic speak for “recorded in a room that definitely has mold on the ceiling.” But that’s the charm. It’s pure, unadulterated punk that doesn’t care if you like it, which is a refreshing change of pace from bands that spend more time on their Instagram aesthetic than their riffs. It’s the perfect soundtrack for that third Hamms when you start thinking that maybe you can do a backflip off the porch. So, cheers to the French contingent for the recommendation; you’ve successfully provided the “dagger” to my Friday productivity. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a very specific ratio of beer to water to maintain, and “Ville Interdite” is making me want to run through a wall.
Links of interest:
https://faucheuse.bandcamp.com
https://www.instagram.com/faucheuse.bdx
https://blackwaterpdx.com