On the Horizon: Vraiment Magnifique, La Femme.

It's not merely the censured artwork centred on bits and pieces of genitalia that's stirring up quite the fuss around Le Pré-Saint-Gervais' La Femme, for the likes of Sur La Planche evoke a risqué sordidness reminiscent of all-too-inactive brash hip-hop hipsters TTC. Lifted off 2010's Le Podium #1 EP, its tinny production values align the troupe with Suicide whilst whippersnapping guitars recall the copious lines of Phil Manzanera circa '79, and it continues to titillate. There's a quintessentially Gallic sultriness and purposefully slinky throb underlying the track that's also bolstered by the claps of the dismembered hands of members of various '60s pop girl groups. Séduisant à l'extrême.

More contemporary material however sees the now-sextet veer off on an exhilarating detour towards the pulsating badlands of industrial as ratchet clanks emulate sonorous church bells on the sepulchral From Tchernobyl with love. It's not quite riding the unchartered waves of 'surf trance' as they profess yet its lugubrious march and wistful chants are again strangely enlivening. It's concluded by the sort of concerto usually associated with cliché-ridden cinematic oeuvres set in eerie abodes and spectral spaces, effectively adding a deathly tinge to the general enlightenment.

From Tchernobyl with love is snatched from their Paris 2012 EP, and its eponymous track is exceedingly expressive of Berlin, a little like Alec Empire obliterating the minds of all within the Watergate with a brain-emulsifying strand of hybridised techno until the sun rises only for it to sink immediately back beneath the horizon, cowering in chilled affright.

La Femme play the Relentless Garage Feb 1st.

La Femme's Soundcloud.