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CHUX BOLLOX/PLUTO CREVE: A Split World (Split CD, Maudit Tangue/Keponteam/Ronce Records/Trauma Social/NOC Prod)
A split album that bridges the gap between Normandy and Réunion—now that's applied geography. So, in order of appearance (at least if you're as distressingly conformist as I am when listening to a record, meaning you start with the first track and listen through to the last in order, because, well, anarchism is all well and good [cf. the quotes from Kropotkin and Reclus at the beginning of this work, perfectly suited to the current situation], but sometimes a bit of straightforwardness and rectitude doesn't hurt either), as I was saying before my thoughts scattered into vain digressions, the first to hit your snout when you slot the round thing into a more rectangular thing are the Havre-based Chux Bollox. Which at least proves that the Norman city hasn't only produced Edouard Philippe in its maternity wards, which is somewhat reassuring... a bit. Chux Bollox might even be seen as a sort of countermeasure to the least glamorous bearded bald man of the moment, with their old school dairy cow hardcore. Even though they've been around for nearly 10 years, this is their first real record. Until now, only a demo and a few tracks scattered across compilations had allowed their passage into posterity. These 8 tracks (including 2 previously released on the "Overlordz" compilations in 2014 and 2015) hit as hard as a box of rough red wine or a liter of calvados, except the hangover afterwards is more for the bollocks than for the brain. That's a change. Elegantly following in the footsteps of Chux Bollox comes Pluto Crevé from Réunion. Hardcore for them too, with a touch of crust and a dash of punk across their 11 tracks, sung indifferently in French, English, and even Lithuanian (if I understood correctly), and without any tremors in their voices, no kidding. 11 tracks wrapped up in less time than it takes Donald Trump to spew a whole book's worth of nonsense on Twitter, and yet, the peroxide-blonde wig-wearer seems to have nimble thumbs. A shared world, such is the credo of this split effort, perhaps, but not exactly on equal terms, as Chester, who illustrated the cover, has well understood. Even knowing this, it's always a bit annoying.