In 2011, a group of friends left Nice independently and ended up in Paris. They subsequently 'adopted' Émile who was also from the south of France. Come 2025 they'd formed a group that already had three albums to their name using jazz as a medium to embrace a wide musical spectrum incorporating baroque music and teen pop with Africa and the sounds of the Balkans.
Described as "a visionary suite-based meditation on the passage of time shaped during the pandemic's first wave", Living Being IV: Time Reflections turns out to be a pan-genre journey that, as described above, transcends traditional boundaries. Well, to give it its due the recording certainly does all of that and, I hasten to add, not in a fearful way but, like the pandemic, it's contagious and again, not in a fearful way.
Le Cabinet des Énigmes, like all of the first seven tracks, was composed by Peirani. It's a leisurely stroll, thoughtful with the accordion and soprano blending inoffensively.
L.L. Much to my disappointment, despite the title, this wasn't inspired by myself but by guitarist Lionel Loueke. It's a fast workout with soprano sax wailing like a contemporary Bechet. There's lots of tempo changes and some heavy underground sounds before Peirani kills any preconceived ideas you may have on French accordion players.
Physical Attraction, Clessidra, Inner Pulse and Nach e Vlado all display the many differing emotions found in Peirani's compositions and the musicians' individual approaches to what at times must have been quite challenging.
The Bremain Suite doesn't contain any of Peirani's compositions. Instead the three movements are based around: a) Bowie and Queen's Under Pressure; b) Portishead's Glory Box and c) the Beatles' I Want You. Interesting. Parisien's blast on the Lennon & McCartney number is something else.
The closing Phantom Resonanz is dedicated to Céline Foucaut, an emotional piece to someone who died quite young.
All in all, an album that will probably outlive some of the ones that blow your socks off initially then get played into oblivion. Lance
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