The real widescreen showcases of Un Autre Voyage though come courtesy of two eight minute epics.
This is Un Autre Voyage‘s main attraction. A lonely light beautifully blinking ‘S-O-S’ into the eternal black abyss.
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Sad eyed and heavy-hearted but free and drifting away, away. The prettiest and most delicate curiosity found on our journey it could easily have buckled up beside Chromatics, College and Desire on the Drive soundtrack. Just as Perte d’identité had its almost pop moment with “Shaky Leg” (“I want to see you in your tight pants”) Un Autre Voyage finds its easy rider in the dreamy haze of “Insomnie”. It’s not all foot-on-the-gas pant-fillers though. Moviewise we’re now riding shotgun with Snake Plissken as we Escape from New York. A disembodied Davidson speaking in tongues - en français naturellement - high above the hoopla only makes the scene more surreal. A maze of howling guitar, relentless rhythm and clattering electronics brood to a climax so intensely hotwired it’ll leave you with a nervous twitch. Elsewhere the burning wheels of “Balade aux USA” have “Intense Chase Scene #1” written all over ’em. Ice cold but oddly seductive, it would’ve made the ideal accompaniment for Arnie’s sojourn into the grimy, glam n’ goth ‘TECH NOIR’ nightclub in Terminator. Occasionally Davidson barks over the Tannoy “Exces de vitesse!” like some Orwellian dance dictator. Old school drum machines kick out a hip-hop beat beneath a rolling fat bassline and car alarm glitchy FX. Imagine descending into a seedy Berlin basement danceteria circa 1984. Even sans subtitles Davidson’s atmospherics speak volumes. “Excès De Vitesse” is an ode to ruin, inescapable prophecies and self-destruction. One mile in and you’re already thinking “Where the hell are we?” “Pushing the limits of insanity!” it commands. The crazy man at the bar whispers “We are all burning” to which the lady coolly replies “The nature of man is to let violence win over reason.” Our narrative spins in and out of consciousness weaving a fever dream trip à la Chris Morris’ Blue Jam. There’s a clandestine, Lynchian exchange in a lobby. The sound of rattlesnake snares snap as synths bubble and fizz like a thousand glass elevators floating skyward. Putting one on the tongue and sliding down a kaleidoscopic worm hole through the moon we awake in “Boulevard Taschereau”. It’s a pretty short ride sadly – Davidson’s trademark six tracks again – but hell it’s a jungle out there, so let’s get in and get out. Un Autre Voyage (“Another Journey”) takes you, the shivering listener, on a nightdrive through the city after dark. Either way there’d certainly be no namby-pampy “Scenes of mild peril.” Well, that or a glitzy Giallo thriller where shadowy spectres in trenchcoats run irresponsibly with scissors whilst chasing badly-dubbed beauties across gorgeous Italian architecture. Dystopian (obviously) landscapes riddled with replicants, nuclear rain, blinding neon, five o’clock shadows, femmes fatale, and C-Beams glittering in the dark. Her speciality would likely be futurist noir. With her self-titled 2013 début, last year’s brooding Perte d’identité and today’s Un Autre Voyage Davidson is becoming a bit of a master at building imaginary movies for the mind. Montreal-based synth whizz Marie Davidson is going to make a magnificent soundtrack for the silver-screen soon surely.
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