Getting into an album by Cyril Cyril is being invited to a party where you thought you didn't know anyone, only to realize that this chap’s gal is your bro’s cuz, and leave with everyone's cell. Their music seems familiar because it's not deaf to its neighbors, in the broadest sense : Geneva, their lair, Europe, their playground as a duo, and the world, their grocery store.
There’s plenty in those two heads, but just the two of them on stage. Cyril Yeterian fiddles with a polyglot banjo and catches his tangy voice on the fly with pedals. Cyril Bondi hauls around a huge drum kit -voted wackiest of the decade, covered in sonic shells and the occasional pad. And lo and behold, they're both singing, for our most happy confusion.
For their third Born Bad album, they have invited two lads from Orchestre Tout Puissant Marcel Duchamp, Inès Mouzoune, multi-instrumentalist from Amami, and Violeta Garcia’s cello on Le Futur ça marche pas. Genosidra, aka Carlos Quebrada, who crafts club delicacies in Bogotá, mixed heavy, full gravy, a challenge given the quantity of material, recorded as a family affair at Insub Studio.
On the ruins of Switzerland, people dance hard but consciously, and won’t complain about them having a go at the homeland- notably in « Sweetzerland Bunker Love », where they claim it's time to "free the money from the banks". There's something rotten in the state, wherever it may be, and they prefer to put its fall to music. And they're not shy about it, either: this album features heavy guitar/drums text-driven ballads (beautiful "mensonge", composed for the theater, opens the album with a certain gravitas), polyrhythmic noisy drum splatter with crafty vocal knitting ("Plus rien à faire"), deconstructed and harmonically ambitious compositions ("Les Phoenix de l'amour"), and latino frogs croaks, because yes, why not.
Since their previous efforts "Certaine Ruines" and "Yallah Mickey Mouse", it turns out that the future isn't working out so badly for the two Cyrils, who each have a label to run. Bongo Joe for Yeterian, Insub for Bondi - who also beats the drum for La Tène in his rare spare time. And that's not counting with their supergroup Yalla Miku (with Hyperculte, Anouar Baouna, Ali Boushaki and Samuel Ades).
Quietly sitting on crates of records, they patiently build their sound. Never tired of sick networks and never-ending struggles, Cyril Cyril live is a rousing mess, shouting out the common spleen while still managing to have a good laugh.
