One last album before the end of the world? Nesle's new album could be just that. After the organic and extravagant Permafrost, with Festival, Arsenic reveals another facet of its author, one that encompasses a multitude of them—actor, hyperactive dandy punk who feeds on both independent rock and literature, activist of a certain French-speaking scene, Evenings, and Café Walden... By delving into these multiple personalities, the album lifts the veil of an alien world that we consume while dancing. An experience that captivates you. And from which no one emerges unscathed.
Under the influence of this unlikely potion, we lose our footing, we stumble. In a constantly fluctuating diversionary maneuver between shadow and twilight, arsenic then penetrates your veins with toxic sharpness. We greedily suck out every drop of this luxurious poison.
Produced again by Alain Cluzeau, Arsenic digs even deeper into the furrow that Permafrost has begun to create. By exploring the nooks and crannies of rock or folk sounds washed up on electronic shores, Arsenic makes the decision not to choose. Between organic and digital. Between day and night. Between earth and sky. Contributions from Matt Swanson (Lambchop), Armelle Pioline (Superbravo), and a children's choir complete the subtle framework of a chiaroscuro soundscape.
In a final paradox, the album also reveals, beneath its dark atmospheres, an energy, a lust for life, a dynamism that springs from the heart of the ashes. Better than poison. The ultimate antidote.
01 Pegase
02 Tar
03 Spleen
04 Cassandra
05 Cyclamens
06 Apache Cow
07 Incendie
08 Sonatina
09 Arsenic
10 Sulfur
