Bombardement is exactly what they sound like they are... which is a freaking wave of harsh, stray particulates which coheres into a pelting deluge of antagonistic fury. The French croisst-punk quintet puts the listener under the gun on their LP
Dans La Fournaise, as they lob just about everything they've got handy at your sensitive little ear holes: Saxon-sharpened solos, Sacrilege-soaked grooves fished straight from the storm gutter, gale-ful shouts, weird Slough Feg-esque interjections, player pianos, alarm clocks, bathtubs, fistfuls of trash, bloated specimens of expired local fauna—you name it, it's inbound and coming your way! Vocalist Oriane is particularly well-suited for her role as lead barker, almost playing the role of drill sergeant for the unruly unit, cracking her voice like a horsewhip in a kind of Colin Abrahall of GBH fashion, goading each track on the album towards an accelerated abandonment of caution in the ultimate pursuit of an evermore potent expression of spite. While Oriane eggs on the band, guitarists Boubi and Stéphane, and rhythm section Nico and Luc, explosively excavate a steeply graduated escalation of concrete, socially antagonistic sounds that give the vocals a launchpad to leap from in order to signal the next volley of the assault. They're like a perpetual motion machine, fueled by indignation, and whose primary output is caustic provocation- a fire brimming, spleen, belching sulfur into the nostrils of the arrogant and unduly proud.
