Shane’s been doing an admirable job of tying up the loose ends for 2010, trying to revisit the records we missed or seemingly forgot to write about (no, we didn’t forget about Arcade Fire, but appreciate you asking). One that slipped through the cracks for me was the dy-no-mite 12″ from Pas Chic Chic.
Last time out, Pas Chic Chic blew me away. I know that’s not surprising considering the pedigree of the band, but bridging the francophone divide that up until recently was damn near impossible, and they did it with ease. With the aptly titled 12″, Pas Chic Chic drops the vocals and most of the textures I came to love and instead uses the almost 9-minute opener, “Allez vous faire influencer”, to take the listener on a light speed, spacey, krautrock adventure that somehow builds and builds but never climaxes (note: The Yours Truly description of this track, “Think of Wilco’s “Spiders (Kidsmoke),” but trade in Tweedy’s vocals and Nels Cline’s guitars for something more along the lines of what Jay Bennett would dig” is so perfect, I kind of wish I had come up with it first).
Following up with a cold, dark palette cleanser (“Interlude”), PCC embarks on a 15-minute odyssey. “Premier Souffle” rises at first dew, slowly stretching out hoping to find light. Slowly and surely, the song adds layers and floats through styles, but instead of ending in some cold dark cave or sunshine kissed surf, the band opts to slightly manipulate reality, leaving you smiling blissfully instead of tripping out of control. Pas Chic Chic doesn’t tour anymore, so grab the vinyl now from Semprini Records.