ANGINE-DE-POITRINE-Vol.-II-album-2026.
This is a tiring era, in which musical credibility is no longer measured in liters of sweat shed on the stages of basement clubs but in the ability to generate cognitive glitches through the screen of a smartphone, and the case of Angine de Poitrine is its most irritating and sublime epiphany.
This mysterious Quebec duo spent years brewing in dignified Canadian anonymity, playing in the pneumatic vacuum of the provinces, until a session for KEXP in Rennes transformed their nightmarish expressionist aesthetic into a million-click viral fetish.
Klek and Khn de Poitrine, wrapped in monochromatic polka dot dresses a la Yayoi Kusama and disturbing, long and disproportionate rough papier-mâché masks that seem to have come out of some nightmare, define themselves as a “Dada Pythagorean-Cubist Mantra-Rock Orchestra”, a label that reeks of cultured super-fuck but which hides an almost irritating geometric precision.
Their triumph is a frontal insult to the laws of contemporary marketing: in a market that chews up sweetened pop and fifteen-second choruses, these self-styled “space-time travellers” impose six-minute instrumental suites, structurally hostile to any radio schedule, saturated with microtonal guitars played with a circus style and percussion that seems suffocated by mud.
If years ago in Italy the Animaux Formidables had attempted a similar disguised sortie into the swamps of the Italian mainstream and ended up tragically swallowed up by oblivion, the Canadians were able to hack the algorithm making the difficult suddenly desirable.
There is the cynical shadow of Frank Zappa's experiments that hovers above every distortion, there is the lysergic hypnosis of King Gizzard & the Lizard Wizard filtered through a hermetic nerd attitude that does not grant discounts or auditory facilitations.
The new “Vol. II” it's not an album, it's a treatise on non-Euclidean geometry applied to muscular polyrhythm where songs like “Fabienk” transform a 7/8 obsession into a motor parasite wriggling inside a twisted time grid, while “Sarniezz” oscillates between cultured swing and post-nuclear caveman minimalism.
Their performance telepathy is remarkable, a telekinetic bond that transforms noise-rock into dance floor music for intellectuals on the verge of a nervous breakdown, an acid rave where prog and techno celebrate a marriage of convenience among the detritus of rock.
Skeptics can continue to cry foul gimmicks or the situationist packaging operation, but the technical expertise that pulsates beneath those polka-dotted dresses is a violence that cannot be ignored.
Angine de Poitrine are taking the piss out of the whole world simply by playing better than anyone else behind a piece of cardboard, proving that the Internet is a terribly strange place, a jungle where to be heard you must first be seen.
TO LISTEN NOW
Fabienk
TO BE SKIPPED IMMEDIATELY
Nothing. Half an hour may be enough.
SCORE: 6.50
THE VOTES OF OTHERS
Pitchfork – Rating 8.00
Clash Music – Rating 8.00
TRACKLIST
Fabienk
Mata Zyklek
Sarniezz
Utzp
Yor Zarad
Angor
DISCOGRAPHY
2024 – Vol. 1
2026 – Vol. II
THE VIDEOS
WEB & SOCIAL
@anginedepoitrine
