Gmackrr - La dépendance électrique - SBT
Spring Break Tapes, SBT034
Release date: 6 June 2017
Comes with digital download card
La Dépendance Électrique is a kaleidoscopic farrago of analog synthesis, cracked electronics and sprayed samples. There’s a Debussy feel floating throughout, which is a stately enough vibe for strolls along Montreal's grand boulevards of Hochelaga-Maisonneuve. The set of vocal performances make the record seem utterly personal as the fable of Electricity is told: a woman who travels the circuitous, fluvial pathways looking for love, always unrequited.
Big thanks to my dear collaborators-facilitators : Joe McKay, Karl Fousek, Alexandre St Onge, François Létourneau, Jérôme Boivin, Louis Desparois, Alex Moskos, Andrea-Jane Cornell, Catherine Debard, Rodrigo Medrano, Panopticon Eyelids, Steve Godin, JS Truchy.
La Dépendance Électrique is a cooler shade of blue. The electronic experiments run at an Olympian’s pace, with bright trills and seductive phrases overlapping each other in what feels like a relay race, eventually reaching a convergence point and striking gold. The more experimental sounds bump into and brush against other sounds, creating accidental rhythms that may or may not be accidents, before blooming into entirely new phrases.
Water-like tones slip and slide around, almost as if they’ve escaped from Wet ‘n Wild or Typhoon Lagoon; the slippery sounds are only glimpsed. It’s a whole new world down there, and frothy vocals float around in the tape, sometimes gurgling, sometimes bubbling, manifesting under the water as a paler, ghostly sibling of Ariel, the little mermaid; a phantom lurking around in the thin reels of tape, the pure electronic textures leaking a human voice. Speedy, cycling melodies give off playful vibes on “She Sheltered Me”, and the recurring rhythm ingrains itself in the mind. You’re sitting at the front, in danger of getting very wet. You’re in the splash zone, but the music is a cooling sound, and cooling down is a good thing when the temperatures bust through forty degrees. “Electricity Is A Woman Travelling For Love” brings to the fore the experimental side of the artist and is gloriously drunk.
Later on, a growling portion of the music sinks its teeth into the ears like a rabid version of Mike Tyson, appearing as the glistening, golden fangs of a trident, a three-pronged attack pulling you under its waves. The notes are in the process of dissolving, turning into nothing but mush. Crushed quavers float on the surface. The only certain thing: Gmackrr‘s identity remains top secret.