From the merry-go-round of the feet of Mathieu Bédard: (Translated by the the warped gravity of Maya Keshav)

If it sounds “like a ton of bricks”, how do you dance to it? With a sledgehammer? Post-punk rhythms waltz in Nécromensonges, and send us to the floor with every new turn of the grid. It’s like a merry-go-round playing with gravity: it pushes you to the ground, then up in the air you become all light, your head empty of blood. It’s there that the poetry of Look Sacré consumes itself (the blood has returned to your feet); you feel your way along between the corpses and the loose soil, full of images which you touch without eyes. Bring your hippest phantoms…