Part of a holy and wholly ignored French tradition of fey, Art Brut-addled,
Rock In Opposition associated fuckery, Hellebore are shot through with the
same rich veins of Inspired illogic that riddle the work of Etron Fou
Lelouban and Albert Marcoeur, the twin 70s founts for this breed of Gallic
musical
eccentricity. In the 80s, ground zero for these developments was the Ayaa
label and its proprietor, Denis Tagu. With membership in four of this
genre's finest outfits (Look De Bouk, Szentendre, Toupidek Limonade and
Hellebore), Tagu is truly the grand old man of this terminally obscure
contingent. In concord with the practices of his other units, Hellebore's
bouts of breezy bonhomie and
subtly skewed savois-faire are, on their one and only mid-80s release,
repeatedly destabilized by all manner of impish harmonic chicanery. Unlike
Tagu's other units however, Hellebore frequently corral all these wayward
tendencies into terrain that's often both darker and jazzier than anything
else he's had a hand in.
A track like Uminak-Marquis De Saint Cricq presents a virtual catalog of
Hellebore's collective strategies, weaving languid threads of intertwining
guitar and clarinet filigree before collapsing into a slurry of
Contortions-level
cacophony, coming up for air amidst tinking rhythm boxes and haunting male
choruses, morphing into a wheezing Parisian Cluster plus piano and finally
lurching into a discordant march.
Hellebore's paean to the spirit of musical unpeggability is a sonic
treasure chest for those willing to look outside the margins.
(Originally published in Alternative Press #151, p.83; reprinted by
permission)
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