Fievel Is Glauque - God's Trashmen Sent To Right The Mess Review

SIPPING MOCHA AT A TRENDY ART HOUSE

Abundantly rich in aesthetic, Fievel Is Glauque's debut LP God's Trashmen Sent To Right The Mess marvels at the sights and sounds of exploratory live performances. With an eclectic band at her back, ready to capture candid extempore at a moment's notice, Ma Clément curtsies flirtatiously with her tender French accent and playful insouciance. Sure, she fumbles over her rapping on 'Sweet Tooth' and 'Crooks Like Children,' but it's that exact bohemian attitude, that composed indifference, that chic impudence that defines God's Trashmen. These songs are snippets by nature, a flurry of ideas whittled down to the bare essentials. Like a collection of Saturday morning cartoon theme songs, stripped of their overindulgent episodes. Some, like 'Ancient Curse' and 'Unfinding,' accentuate left field lunacy, warped around frantic instrumentation ripped from exaggerated, retro-futurism villainy. Others, like 'Bring Me To Silence' and 'Goodbye,' swoon somnolently over antiquated Jazz Pop deprived of it's chipper pageantry. The variety is astounding, if not a tad overwhelming.

Still, one can't deny the engagement from all parties involved, made ever the more impressive upon the realization that it was recorded by five, ambulatory groups from Brussels to Los Angeles, New York to Tournefeuille. With how niche, isolated, and intimate these 20 pieces are, that's quite a levying accomplishment. Especially when the targeted design transports listeners to a dingy coffeehouse, bothered by a band dwindling their stage time by performing a roughhewn demo reel. It's so specific, so distinct, the separation of both time and space by those two dozen or so performers truly stresses how exacting and unsparing God's Trashmen's creation must've been. All for the result to come off as natural, adventitious, and, in some ways, spontaneous. A truly original album with generation-spanning fanfare. With 20 concepts, our favorite tracks will likely differ. Mine are 'Hit Me Now,' 'Sweet Tooth,' and 'Unfinding.' If there's one certainty here; you'll have no trouble grabbing a handful of your own.