Go ahead, La Forêt Rouge, you Montrealers just sit up there beyond our
northern border and hock metaphorical loogies of scorn in our direction, us
Americaners. I mean, Hygenic and Noble?
Really? That’s what Hygiénique et noble
means, and don’t think I don’t get the reference to our healthcare situation down yonder. Yes, it would be nice to have
healthcare for all, and sure, it would be just swell if our women and poor, you
know, probably the people who need it most, could get some semblance of
affordable health insurance, but you know what today is? Today is the Bud Light
afterparty (or
not, actually) of our “government” at work, where we the people are
stripped of human rights and sentenced to an existence based on hopes and
dreams – as in, hope I don’t get sick, and, I dream of a time when that bike
accident didn’t happen because I can’t afford to have my leg fixed and I’m a
bike messenger, oh noes…
Motherfucking IRONY!
Or, maybe, you’re here to take our mind off of the hilarious and
hilariously awful House of 1000 Corpses torture
chamber our lives here have become, and banishing Dr. Satan is your foremost
mission with your music and your positive outlook. Isn’t it true that a spirit
of holy improvisation summons benevolent spirits? I think I read that
somewhere, maybe a comic book. But still, it’s a good thing your music has all
the healing capabilities that a Johns Hopkins–educated physician does – and for
only six measly dollars! Hygiénique et
noble is essentially the vanguard of Canadian fusion, at times frizzing
itself out into Sonny Sharrock territory, but mostly puttering around the old workshop
intent on discovering every sonic nook and cranny that the four-piece can
infiltrate with their imaginations. Live improvisation doesn’t always sound
this adventurous, but when it does, it often comes from La Forêt Rouge. Oh,
didn’t you know? I reviewed
them once before, gave ’em an ol’ positive reaction right here in these
hallowed electronic pages. Doing it again here. Well, except for calling them
out for their smug Canadian-ness. Which, come to think of it, is all America
ever does, so, … we deserve it? But not this leadership. Fuck us.
And then I think of the people of the Global South… Oh boy.
Perspective. Jesus.
--Ryan Masteller
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