about this album
The compositions of wind-player Alban Darche defy labelling, mixing both styles and epochs in a generous extra-terrestrial soup in which one surprise follows another; foggy jazz, somewhat clichéd, turning into funk mixed with seventies, reminiscences of m-base architecture caught by an easy-listening keyboard; (...) nothing is completely normal in this impertinent and caustic mix, and it is difficult to say what gives it its incontestable charm. (...) It could be a schoolboy’s dream: and yet it is so surprising and fascinating, both because of the talent of the soloists and the quality of the compositions, and because of the character of the group and the daring that Alban Darche boldly puts to the test in his construction of a sonic universe, however strange it may be. Miles away from revision for studious students, the cube invents its world as a column of wooden bricks, superimposing colours and genres with a surprising sense of collage and shift.
Bernard Quiriny