Grand Guru
Collective Suicide
Grand Guru is into the one man band thing, but not by fashion nor by particular affinity for the genre, but much rather out of obligation. Indeed, who could play with him? His first album, " Collective Suicide ", is such a personal item that it could only arise out of one man only's tormented brain. Absolutely black, resolutely extremist, metallically chaotic, at the crossroads of experimental garage and industrial boogie, blues and psychotic Transylvanian noisy, this first Grand Guru opus is brought to the world, without an epidural, in form of birth of the monsters and nightmares that haunt our Rouen-based sorcerer. Each piece is a delivered polyptic table, freed from all academicism, and Grand Guru therefore allows himself every liberty in the musical setting of his singular universe: he juggles with the tempo, complexifies structures, juggles with harmonies according to his mental distortions. Always kinda trash, epileptic, even psychotic, our showman has achieved an impressive effort on this album's arrangements, all in tension, sometimes on the merge of territories haunted by Wipers' Greg Sage or even Birthday Party's Nick Cave, evoking as well the darkest moments of The Beasts of Bourbons. "Collective Suicide" is a surprising album in many ways, worthy of a black mass, of an ecstatic trance of a Voodoo ritual that will lead you to some obscure and unknown territories.