on the avant-garde fringe of the recent collaboration with Novy Svet,
also on Punch Records, is Ô Paradis' latest solo opus, a lazed bacchanal
of orgiastic ambience and fluted folk. This album flows well from that
creative mingling, extrapolating fragmented modern noise, glitch and tribalism
with poignant and intimate vocals with disparate acoustic guitar.
Launching like a rummage through a garbage can, one finds the wonders
discarded by those too slothful to repair or to recycle, but in Ô
Paradis' talented appendages joy is discovered and combined. Demian's
lyrics glaze across a courtyard of children with a panoply of percussive
instruments delighting in their individual meters that somehow find lurching
cohesion. There is oneiric fantasy among these tracks; horns tease jazz
hooks to time warped sampling that peels like harpsichord, industrialized
snare summers traditional folk, droned accordion swims and drowns in ambient
splices. Despite the strong threads of sampled sounds the album conveys
a puissant organic origin, if anything, where guitar and vocals serenade
it seems less natural than where dichotomy and chaos have prominent hand.
Darker tracks do surface, 'La Sangre', particularly memorable
with its groaning maw of a bass and hypnotic rhythm, ensorcelled by ghosts
and Demian's own haunting vocals.
"La Boca Del" Infierno is a short album, pushing barely over
the thirty minute mark yet the ten tracks proffer a broad spectrum of
the experimental in folk, or vice versa. Rather risque cover
art may detract placement from the front of the shop CD stand, yet there's
something inside for the women should they feel a little left out. The
album is presented in a tasteful, well made digipak with full colour artwork.