The Futurians – Exterminate! cd-r, Radio Futurian cd-r, Faktory!

It's a bit like riding a monocycle, eyes wrapped with black tape and hands bound tightly behind your back, with a bowl of nitro balancing on top of your head, your bag full up with precious goldstones, tormented by a striking diarrhea that's been unflinchingly teasing your sphincter for a week, chased by hoards of starved and sexually frustrated (because of your obvious indisposition) cannibals, on top of an old tree trunk over a tumultuous river filled with crocodiles, on a moonless night in the middle of the Green Hell. To finish it off, you've only got one mint left and Samantha, the bleeding annoying journalist that's been following you since you left New York, is very close to being thrown into a big lava bath. It is obviously in these important moments that you reminisce the teachings of your wise Master (ie. Kill Bill, Bloodsport or American Ninja for the purists), and with a carefully planned out flick, you undo your bounds, find your eyesight back, drink up the bowl of nitro, send the nasties into the river in order to go curl up in between Samantha's beautiful mammary implants. Your thirst for adventure keeps getting you into the most perilous situations, but thanks to a timeless knowledge, its is always unscarred that you leave each battle victorious.

What is valid for our mercenary friends and other pirates of the extreme, is as much of another breed of explorers: musicians. The Futurians seem to take legitimate pleasure in walking along a fine line, permanently at the limit of primitif crashes, lovingly flirting with dissonance. But thanks to a flexibility and dexterity that this world's greatest contorsionists would envy, these New-Zealanders allow their music to preserve a minimum of salvatory coherence. And you need some maestria, to mesh the influences of visceral punk rock like that of the Stooges or Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, the noisy madness of John Wiese, Emil Beaulieau and the rest with a tint of psychedelia (perhaps more present on the Exterminate! cd-r than on Faktory! which seemed more direct to me) that remind us quite nicely of Sunroof. Truthful to the punk aesthetic, the recordings are primal, and require a particular atttention from the listener, while valorizing the music's great spontaneity. There you are totally uncovered in front of Clayton Noone's guitar assaults (he also takes part in many other projects, most notably CJA on his own), the hysterical pchants of Beth/Duckling, Rocko's primordial beating and Iso12's electronic mistreatings, swallowed whole by their hypnotic and mindgrabbing vibrations.

The Futurians most definitely honor their name by putting forward an avant-garde and seducive version of what we may call rock 'n roll.



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