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The name of this young Parisian group suggests that it is at the same time a question of mental disturbance and aspiration to transcendence. Listening to their second Lp "Private meaning first" confirms it: Arthur Dussaux and Martin Bejuy (guitars, vocals), Paul Dussaux (keyboards), Clément Caillierez (drums) develop a sort of noisy asceticism, seeking to sculpt the its a psychedelic chaos.

Finding yourself in an electric fog to the sound of a distant garage band, guided by the pulsations of a krautrock obsessive ("Isolation"), with the gravity of a rock stoner who asks every step to tear oneself from the ground: one needs envy, fury, and patience to escape from such a quagmire.

"A coherent appearance" approaches the white noise with guitars crushed Sonic Youth. Psychotic Monks do not seek ease, and prolong the experiment in an almost masochistic gesture.

Joy Division's "Unknow Pleasures" may be forty years old, but his descendants are doing well: there are traces of DNA from the English group in "Minor division" (a touch of humility?). The chords of guitars, which grope in the mid-low tones, refer to extreme feelings of cold rage and pure despair.

"Emotional disease" hunt on the same lands both leaded and planing as the Americans stoner of Pontiak, and ends in Radiohead hymn period "OK computer". The digressions, sometimes long, show a sensitivity in full construction and already at work.

Finally, a last impetus of three titles (including a "Closure" quasi punk): "A Self-Expressed Regress" seems very marked by "A piper at the gates of dawn" (Pink Floyd, 1967) whose influence continues on the long final flight of "Evey sight", which evokes a Syd Barrett lead soles.

Excruciating and oppressive, listening to "Private meaning first" is also galvanizing and liberating: a union of opposites that Psychotic Monks succeed with audacity.

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