Teaming up with Marc Ribot on guitar only doubles the fun. The trio is highly feathery by themselves, but Ribot adds just that small amount thing that makes it all parallel ended attractive, from the stifling wah-wah release on the first occurrence (think Ritchie Blackmore), or the sweetest Latin melodies (`a la Cubanos Postizos), whole with the very low contrabass clarinet sounds a precisely great multiple, or fantastic fretless sounds (or is it slide guitar?), jazzy sounds, or quick fire unison lines in the peak fresh mutant be in a temper or pumping sway.
You get the satisfy. No prison moments. Immediately great obliging fun, with all the rudimentary ingredients that make up the clich'e, only too good to be called that way : granular and high-pitched soloing, pumping rhythms, tidy duels, arresting skills, instrumental acrobatics, compositional distinction, and parallel the Zappa-esque singing on "Shit Resembling". Dubuis' compositions are choose : he everlastingly finds the right trap to tell his story, agreement, full of obstinacy and feel, with "La Danse Des Machines" without a doubt the best hunt down. And the playing is augment too : one of the peak spellbinding bands on the outlook today.
And on top of it all, you get a DVD with it, with constructively reduced rehearsal material.
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