femme: chroma

When it comes to head-scratchers, no one plows into the scalp like Bruit Direct Disques. For their 24th release, they've ponied up this mélange by the duo Femme. Chroma summons forth a soundscape of stellar post trance, electro magma. As dense as it is deft. The ten gurgling innards effortlessly spewed out here rank it alongside other Moltenadelic CO-2 snuffers such as Ilitch's Periodik Mindtrouble (1978) or Junji Hirose + Yoshihide Otomo's Silanganan Ingay (1989). Lush, foreboding, and fantastical, Chroma's pocket universe of seductive dread could spook the sheen right off've Moebius's Airtight Garage and there ain't a damn thing Major Grubert or Jerry Cornelius is gonna do about it. The future doesn't get any more Untopian than this.