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9 May 2017

Besombes - Rizet ‎ “Pôle"1976 France Electronic,Prog,Psych,Experimental

Besombes - Rizet ‎ “Pôle"1976 France Electronic,Prog,Psych,Experimental
2016 repress. This French psychedelic masterpiece by Philippe Besombes and Jean-Louis Rizet, originally released by Pôle Records in 1975, is a stunning piece of work created with synths of various kinds (VCS 3 AKS, Synthorchestra Farfisa, Mellotron 400, etc.), occasionally backed up by drums and other sounds. Lauded by artists like Julian Cope and Etienne Jaumet (Zombie Zombie) and diggers around the world, Pôle takes the listener on a trip like the gods of psychedelic music intended, from IRCAM's laboratories to German krautrock; from Faust to Cluster & Eno. The original double LP release is reissued here as a single LP (including download code for original album track "Synthi Soit-Il," absent from this LP). Pôle is ideal for a thorough shamanic journey without any new age namby-pamby. After previewing the opening track ("Haute Pression"), listeners might choose to enjoy the album while tripping, rediscovering that dark and fuzzy side of unknown '70s French avant-garde music...........

They say never judge a book by its cover, but with records it's different. Just one furtive glance at the evocative cover art for Pôle for instance, and you can almost smell what it sounds like. Besombes and Rizet converge under the sepia-tinged psychedelia of the facade, one wooly-haired in rollneck sweater smoking a fag, the other bespectacled with pipe in chops, sporting fur trim, cravat and turquoise chemise. It's a conducive meeting of minds, visages and tobacco choices in soft focus walnut brown, while in the distance, the pair wander through bucolic pastures, perhaps on the qui vive for champignons magiques. They look like sonic scientists, ready to take music to its outer limits, which is of course exactly what they were up to in 1975 when they collaborated on this long player. Who can say why the best French records are invariably made by two people? And yet one thing we can be certain of, is that this is part of that lineage. Issued 40 years ago, it still has the power to bend minds.

Much is known about Philippe Besombes - from the northern Parisian suburb of Saint-Denis - on keyboard, synthesiser, accordion and guitar; trained as an organic chemist, he pursued instead a career as producer, technical director and moog-meister, and his contemporaries include Jean Michel Jarre. In 1975 he also performed a number of concerts under the banner L'atelier de Libération de la Musique alongside the enigmatic Jean-Louis Rizet (keyboards, synths, flute, trumpet, guitar), who is written about less on the internet, though he did notably work on the soundtrack to Luc Besson's 1985 movie Subway (a film M83 based their entire career upon). Incidentally, the pair met while working on a ballet in 1974, and they're both still going strong in the present (though they've been working separately since the mid-70s). Their collaboration quickly sold all of its original 20,000 copies, and when it went out of print it became a covetable cult collectible for vinyl heads, sought after in brocantes and changing hands for silly money on eBay later down the line.
Julian Cope wrote enthusiastically about it in 2006, and according to the Arch Drood, the original record was the first on the Pôle label, with the graphic added to the cover at the last minute against Besombes and Rizet's wishes (some even subsequently thought it was by a band called Pôle with the album named Besombes/Rizet). Now Pôle has finally been re-released by French label Gonzaï, the people also responsible for the excellent French independent monthly magazine of the same name.

So then look at the artwork and try to imagining a marauding sci-fi-inflected French experimental rock album made by two étudiants d'expérimentations sonores, and you will undoubtedly have an idea what to expect from this album. But that doesn't even begin to adequately convey the splendor that awaits once you put the needle to the groove. 'Haute Pression' immediately bounds over the horizon on a stampeding synth groove, whipped forward by alert moog and splenetic rolls of percussive thunder. It lasts for 11 masterful minutes, and is less a track, more a lysergic adventure. 'Armature Double' on the same side is a more reflective beast with lashings of atmospheric mellotron, at least until it goes into wild sonic workshop mode; it clocks in at just under 12 minutes. Naturally there's no more room left for tracks on side 1, though on side 2 they manage to squeeze three more ambient soundscapes within the confines of the plastic (there's an extra track one can download on a piece of card within the inlay). 'Lundi Matin', with its incessant parping horn, is probably how Roxy Music would have sounded had Bryan been deposed instead of Brian.
I've not mentioned the 'P' word yet, but it's fair to say this album is a prog chef d'oeuvre, an epic, sprawling soundscape full of mystery and hidden sounds to enjoy over and over again or discover afresh with each listen. You might be able to judge a record by its cover, but sometimes that's only half the story.  Jeremy Allen ...............

Philippe Besombes is an underground but now cult french artist from the 70's avant garde-prog scene. After a student doctoral degree to become a chemist he turned to music and was partly formed by Stockhusen and Xenakis. He rapidly showed an interest to electronic synth dispositifs (AKS, MiniMoog, Polyphonic ensemble Korg...). In 1976 Philippe Besombes had opened his own recording studio with Jean-Louis Rizet. He produced three major albums under his name. He recorded his most notorious effort in 1975 with Jean Louis Rizet. The duo published the enigmatic and complex "Pôle" (1975) for synthesisers orchestration and shimmering, spacious, nebulous electronic textures. The same year Besombes recorded the soundtrack of the movie "Libra".The music delivers an hybridation of electroacoustic experimentations, bizarre ambient soundscapes and jazzy-folkish ingredients. In 1976 "Ceci est Cela" is a collection of experimental electronic pieces more in the genre of Pierre Henry and Stokhausen)
Philippe Besombes is also known for his group "Hydravion" and for being the founder of the obscure label "Pôle -Tapioca" (have been published different works from Magma, Gong, Pôle, Potemkine...)...................

Bombastic "cosmic" synth experiments and a hybrid electronic rocking "journey" from Besombes and Rizet in this classic project called "Pôle". Very far from the "urban" and semi- industrial "hypnotic" loops delivered by frenchies from Heldon and Lard Free. "Pôle" features nice exhibitions of analog synth variations: the psychedelic synthesiser trippiness of "Haute pression" with its propulsive electronic "patterns" and drum parts, the floating & meditative "Evelyse" for synth / acoustic flute combinations. The album also includes a furious freak 'n roll jamming session in the surprising "Armature double" and humorous collage sounds in "Rock a Montauban". "Lundi matin" is a groovy, powerful electronic jazzy piece. The track which closes the album (synthi soit il) is a weirdo minimal "droning" essay for phasing synth lines and a beautiful "levitating" melody. A majestic, strangely abstract composition. The last minutes take back the initial theme of the song, covered by "hypno" & rhythmical electronic motifs. This album is mostly made of synth equipments for semi- improvisations, really "trippy" in its own way with a vast catalogue of electronic sounds (sometimes in a rather old fashioned style). Highly recommended for fans of vintage cosmic philippe ..............

 The beginning of Philippe Besombes’ story is discussed in my review for his soundtrack album ‘Libra’. 
After completing the ‘Libra’ recordings, Besombes was making music for contemporary ballet and the Groupe de Recherche Théâtrale de l’Opéra de Paris, as well as playing synths in Luc Ferrari’s live group, along with Jean Louis Rizet (also on synths – the two had met in 1974 whilst working on music for a ballet group), David Gisse and several others, with other instrumentation including percussion, sax and flute. This group was usually billed by the names of the musicians (topped by Ferrari), but sometimes went by the name of ALM, short for musique à la maison, which translates into English as house music! Besombes and Rizet were requested by the Pôle label to make an album together, and they set about assembling session musicians and working out new music, some of which (such as ‘Synthi Soit-il’) was based on stuff the two had created whilst playing live with Ferrari. 
Besombes handled synths, claviers, accordion, guitar and voice, and Rizet contributed synths, claviers, flute, trumpet, guitar and voice. Guests were Jacky Vander Elstraete – drums; Alain Petit – sax; and Françoise Legros – voice, character improvement(!). A great array of keyboards and synthesizers were used – VCS 3 AKS, ARP 2600, Electrocomp 101 & 500, Farfisa Synthorchestra, Yamaha FY 1, Oberheim Expander, Solina String-ensemble, Crumor & Fender Rhodes electric pianos, Hammond organ and Mellotron 400. Incidentally, Besombes had developed connections with the Mellotron people and became their French agent for a while; other contacts gave him access to the latest synth equipment. They would all be used to full effect on this album (though particularly the synths), which would turn out to be a double, packed with ideas and sonic wizardry. 
This album is sometimes considered as being ‘Besombes-Rizet’ by the group Pôle, due to both names appearing on the cover in similar size. Not that it really matters either way, given the intended extra confusion generated by the label name (see my reviews for Pôle’s ‘Kotrill’ and ‘Inside the Dream’), but although Rizet played on two tracks of the second Pôle album ‘Inside the Dream’, this should be considered primarily a Philippe Besombes/Jean Louis Rizet collaboration. Besombes told me that ‘Pôle’ had been put on the cover at the last minute without the consent of himself or Rizet, who were opposed to it. The album was probably the best-selling title from the whole label catalogue (and consequently, one of the easiest to find – though still scarce), selling approximately 20,000 copies. It was reissued by Tapioca a few years later, after the Pôle label went out of business. Tapioca pressings of Pôle titles generally have lower sound quality. In 2004 this album was reissued for the first time on CD by MIO, at last making it more readily (and cheaply) available to a wider audience. 

This epic album just oozes sanctified mystery, psychic menace and playful insanity and exists in a timeless zone of tripped-out lysergicity all its own. I’ve never heard anything quite like it, nor quite as special for the kind of music that it is (and really, there’s not that much of this kind of thing, from then or now). Have you heard Achim Reichel’s ‘Echo’? That special – but quite different again, in another parallel sphere but just as exalted in my mind and heart. Psychedelic progressive synth-based music doesn’t get much better than this, in my opinion, though it’s clearly not for everyone – some people just find it cold, too weird, and occasionally too repetitive or slow and can’t get into it. It’s the kind of album with heaps of textural depth you need to give time and attention to, and I’d never put it on as background music. It demands to be taken seriously (though it occasionally has some strange fun) and I treat this album as a piece of sacramental music to be played only when all present are prepared to lay back quietly, shut their eyes and let it work its way inside for the next 75 minutes (maybe with a smoke break and breather in the middle!). Indeed, it’s ideal for thorough shamanic journeying without New Age namby-pambying, and after previewing some of the first track when a friend introduced it to me (the same friend and the same time I was introduced to Besombes’ ‘Libra’), I first listened to the whole album whilst tripping on mushrooms, and was utterly blown away. Those two albums changed my life, completely altered my perspective of what was possible on that mind-bending night. Likewise both are still potent aural experiences listened to without psychedelic boosting (and still never fail to impress me), but they are totally and authentically in their element with it – again, even more impressive given the lack of psychedelic experience of the modest genius from whose mind they sprang (although, certainly this collaborative album under review here must give equal credit to Rizet, I still believe most of the insane and often unpredictable creative madness to be heard here derives primarily from Besombes, but both men are brilliant at creating incredible, vivid and deeply psychically affecting synth textures). I can’t guarantee of course that you’ll embrace this stuff as warmly and completely as I have, as I’m a bit of a rarely rabid enthusiast for 70’s Besombes, but you should at least give it a listen to see how it grabs you if you haven’t heard it before and like vintage experimental synth rock. 

Spoiler alert: if you already think this might be up your alley and you want to listen to it tripping (where legal, of course ;-)), don’t over-familiarise yourself with the descriptions of the music. This is best when you’re not sure what’s coming next. Enjoy! 

Beginning the album, ‘Haute Pression’ [11:01] is a lumbering beast of rhythmic, throbbing synth sequencer and angel-air oozes of icy tone icing, as a meandering, serpentine synth melody solos through it, weaving mystery and anticipation as the music treads ever onwards. The feel is broadly similar to Pink Floyd’s ‘One Of These Days’, though more thoroughly zoned. Not really spaced out, more spaced in, psychically penetrating and serious but of minimal emotion, like this isn’t going to be a party pal, we’re going to some deep and dark places, so strap in and go within. Drums kick in at near the 3 minute mark, at first with a few hesitant stop-start rolls, before dextrously dropping into the slot and grooving along like a more motorik François Auger decorating and propelling a Heldon track with the greatest of technical ease. However the drums still keep stopping and starting for ages whenever you think he’s going to keep going this time around, as weird tension builds and builds in subtle waves, synths sucking your mind deeper and deeper into some dark rabbit hole. Throughout the same single note sequencer throb pulses on and on relentlessly, occasionally rising and falling into glassy orbs, simple but unpredictable and deeply absorbing, before spiralling madly into a peak of insanity only to stop suddenly, with the drums (that had been absent for a couple of minutes now) equally suddenly reappearing out of the dust to pick up the pieces of a groove all alone and pace off indestructibly into the distance. 
‘Evelyse’ [7:26] oozes gorgeously into existence as soothing medicine for the mind and spirit, gently droning blobular synth tones and healing soft flute feather brushes stroking your synapses into blissed oblivion. A subtle keyboard melody, seemingly improvised, patters and swells tastefully but innovatively in the web of undulating sound, the whole bulging and crashing like a wave against the shore a couple of minutes from the end before subsiding fluidly into glassy pulsing synths and more beautiful flute. 
‘Armature Double’ [18:11], taking up all of side 2, is a bit of a headfuck, beginning with growing low rumbles that fade in and climax in sombre bell tolls, seguing into bizarre vibrating alien voice transmissions from an alternate dimension, before weird synth wire weaves into a very slow, meditative and kind of grim droning tone progression, with a shimmering, mysterious melody taking form on top and ever changing. It feels like you’re sitting in the midst of a very sacred ceremony, your mind submerged in a torporous trance as illuminati monks work their magic on the wiring of your subconscious. This music would fit right in to some of the more ritual-based parts of the film ‘The Holy Mountain’. After 6 minutes of this it all stops, and as kettle drums roll away an ominous broken-rhythm melody shifts into a weird space of transition, before suddenly ZANG! the veil is whipped away and a DMT flash rips through your perceptions, spinning off into chaotic madness as bizarre synth notes bend, rend and split open, careening off into every direction you never knew existed. Just as you’re reeling from this instant mental maelstrom and beginning to adjust to it, it all subsides back into the slow, oozing sacred space from before. At near the 14 minute mark this has dispelled and a strange atonal transition takes us into a spiralling inner world of cyber synth, layers of clicking, hissing and pulsing one-note sequences carving out spheres in your ears from the inside out, as a slow melancholy melody adds watery, throbbing detail and occasional squelches make adjustments on the living machinery. It’s pretty stunning in its feel, sounding like it could have been made recently (makes me think a little of Autechre, though not really the same kind of thing necessarily), but still having that gorgeous, organic analogue vintage. Man, I just love this stuff! 
‘Lundi Matin’ [5:44] begins LP 2 with a gentle procession of glassy keyboard notes, before setting into a staccato riff, and a cheesy but weird-ass synth tone takes its place, like a big glowing electronic mantis making rhythmic stabs and running its claws like chopsticks down the keyboard, driving the whole piece along in an insectoid simple repeated riff. A web of interlocking keys takes form behind it, creating an unpredictable but harmonious mesh of notes, as another synth flies off in soaring improvised melody, and after a couple of minutes lazy sax enters and oozes out restrained globs of bop melancholy. 
‘Montélimar’ [7:43] is another rhythmic piece based on a simple, repeated throbbing synth melody, but this time lumbering and sliding like a simple-minded snail on a single-minded journey home, as the first glimmer of a happy glow appears on the horizon with child-like synth washing over us and another viscous trickling synth drips treacle (this makes it sound a lot cheesier than it is, but I couldn’t think of another way to describe it! It’s really pretty cool). There’s still a melancholy vibe of hidden brooding menace present, though, amongst this blobular bulge of sound, and after a while tabla percussion enters unobtrusively and the web of interweaving melodies even takes on a quasi-middle eastern scale. A trumpet starts wailing away as the net of synths grows ever more complex and thriving, morphing now into a great marching caterpillar, moving on and on, contentedly chewing whatever vegetation lies in its path, before coming to a quick stop, perhaps having been stepped on by some giant shoe from above. 
‘Rock à Montauban’ [3:33] is a wacky respite from everything that’s gone before, and a light-hearted interlude to balance the impact of the dark journey to come. It’s basically an intentionally badly played and sung weird pop ditty based on acoustic guitar, bass and vocals. The lyrics are silly and seem to not really mean much. Actually, listening now, it strikes me that it sounds like it could be an irreverent Faust song. After a minute and a half, bleeping and blooping piston rods of synth notes start squelching through your ears and into your brain from every direction, like rotating shafts of Brighton rock, the vocal deliveries become more and more silly, and the song becomes delirious acid ear candy, before the electronic confectionary subsides and all falls tumbling into a stoned heap. 
‘Synthi Soit-il’ [21:54] is a sprawling shamanic workout to top off all the shifts in consciousness (hopefully) brought about by the rest of the album so far. It begins fairly low-key, as glacial phased mellotron and sinister throbbing synths weave and drone away like intergalactic serpents, though carrying the feeling that some serious stuff is to come, leading us into the lysergic meatgrinder. Soon this gives way to menacing, humming machine drones and throbbing synth globs, and drums subtly fade in and out, racing around the periphery of the rotating tube that is spiralling into the centre of your brain. The synth drones begin to shift and morph, taking on alien forms and racing straight into that tube along with the drums. It all gets pretty hallucinatory here for a while, and trying to describe it all is like trying to write down everything you’re experiencing in an acid trip, while it’s happening, which is impossible because it’s all so complex and intricately layered and constantly changing into something more remarkable and inexplicable. This is truly some of the most tripped-out and magically intuitive synth rock I’ve ever heard, and it pummels on and on into deeper, darker and stranger realms of the mind and soul. At about the 9 minute mark the maelstrom subsides somewhat and drops into a pulsing motorik quick-throb with the drums and synths, all elements still present and accounted for but now entirely unrecognizable from their former guises. Indeed, this track sounds like a series of threads that run from beginning to end in parallel, but changing form throughout and still managing to cohere psychically with each other in this utterly weird improvised ritual journey, and it was amazingly actually recorded more or less live in the studio all in one run-through, with only some creative mixing and sparse overdubs later. Snaky, nebulous synth melodies continue to slither, and after a while muffled, wordless mantric vocals emerge in the murk below, treated electronically, and strange, talentless, but morbidly apt sparse deathly guitar chords stab away like a zombie serenading decay on a broken, rotting park bench. You could say the piece sags a little in this section, but you’ve gotta respect these guys for even trying to stretch out such a grand opus for such a long time and keep it thoroughly interesting and penetrating. A little while later this all gets swept away literally by a giant swishing, sweeping synth tone and day-dreamy sing-song vocal in the background that must be the cosmic cleaner and his ruddy great robot broom, wiping away all your psychic debris, polishing up your cerebral cortex, with strange but friendly synths twinkly and baffled... it all feels a bit like coming to dazed on the floor of a futuristic psychic surgery room, having just had the most incredible extended nitrous oxide’n’acid binge, but finding everyone has gone home and you’re left there blinking, still mentally intact, but certainly reassembled differently than before and better for it. 

For more on what Besombes did next, see the review for ‘Ceci Est Cela’. Rizet went in to production, opening his Ramases Studio, and would occasionally pop up in guest slots on other albums such as Philippe Grancher’s ‘3,000 Miles Away’ (also on the Pôle label, and has been due for reissue on Mellow for many years now – they haven’t responded to my occasional enquiries over the years, nor has Grancher himself) and Jean Philippe Goude’s excellent zeuhl-tinged experimental synth prog rock ‘Drones’.

If you're wondering what these boys are smoking (see image, left), that jacket Jean-Louis Rizet is wearing should be a dead giveaway. The photo is overlaid on top of a photo of them walking away - they apparently want us to follow them (but I don't think it's to flavor country). The music to accompany your journey will be this double album of spacey prog. Come ...

The opening track, the 11-minute "Haute Pression" sounds much like what you'd expect if Dr. Who were playing Pink Floyd's "One of These Days". Only more improvisational, but also more restrained. If this album has a central control station, this is it. It's followed by the weaker "Evelyse", which is the closest this album comes to faltering. It's sort of like schmaltzy Tangerine Dream, but to be a little unkind, it's just as much Zamfir. But it's also the tender soul of the album, bare and exposed early in your journey - if you're buying into this adventure, you must accept this, nurture the softness, carry it with you as you go. You will use this newfound gentle power as you enter "Armature Double", alternating between ambient synthetic washes with keyboard noodling and passages of avant-garde high drama. This is merely the halfway point.

Before setting forth on Pôle, Besombes as Rizet befriended a pioneering merchant, who dealt in imported synthesizers - the list is impressive, especially for a low-budget album in the mid-70's on a fledgling label: VCS 3 AKS, ARP 2600, Electrocomp 101 and 500, Farfisa Synthorchestra, FY 1 Yamaha, Expender Oberheim, Solina Stringensemble, Crumor electric pianos, Fender Rhodes, Hammond organ, Mellotron 400.

These are their tools. They have used them wisely, like on the following track "Lundi Matin" - a high-energy, fusionesque number that resembles something you'd hear inappropriately blaring in a Dario Argento film. And with the exception of a saxophone, the song is entirely done with synthesizers. The next piece "Montélimar" travels further into this electronic trip, as it buzzes around a tight four-note loop, its cold spaciness set against bongos and jazzy blasts of trumpet. We're charting territory that was later settled by cults of arty New Wavers. And it sounds like the punchy giddiness of mind-altering substances gets the better of us for the next song, "Rock au Montauban", a Faustian dose of pop novelty wackiness.

But remain comfortable, please. We have an entire other album side of our adventure to go, with the epic-length "Synthi Soit-il". A showcase for Besombes and Rizet to toy around with their machines, it epitomizes the decadence and overabundance of progressive art pretensions in the mid-70's - but what a wonderful world of electronic textures it is. Not for the faint-hearted. Not for stay-at-home types.

All in all, a fairly meaty trip, though there were some gooey puddles we fell in along the way. Once you're willing to suspend all cynicism and relax into the fact that, as I said before, you're listening to a double album of spacey prog, it's an ..............

The Paris based Pole label was one of a certain uncompromising music aesthetic, similar to the Cosmic Courier folks in Germany and, more recently, Acme Records in England. Having access to an army of the latest keyboard toys and old standbys (mellotron, VCS 3, ARP 2600, Hammond, etc..), Philippe Besombes and Jean-Louis Rizet created a double LP opus, that in reflection, is one of the true pioneering albums in the entire electronic music field – and certainly the most advanced work of its kind released in France for the day (1975). The Achilles Heel of the Pole label, and even worse its successor Tapioca, was the abominable pressing quality of the original vinyl. So not until the digital age, with aggressive and uncompromising Israeli label Mio leading the charge, do we finally have a chance to hear this album the way it was intended. “Pole” is a difficult album to review, as it doesn’t have a “typical sound” per se, but rather a smorgasbord of concepts that can be heard in snippets of other 1970s era electronic albums. Opener ‘Haute Pression’ and closer ‘Synthi Soit-il’ can be best categorized as electronic rock. The former featuring a heavy dose of sequencing, paced by real drums, that recalls later works such as Klaus Schulze’s “Moondawn” (1976) or Wolfgang Bock’s “Cycles” (1980). The closing track is similar, but extended (22 minutes) with more room for keyboard soloing (close to noodling), with extensive phasing of the percussion, similar to something Dieter Dirks might do. It’s this factor that closes the loop on the Cosmic Jokers / Galactic Supermarket comparisons. No 1970’s French electronic album can avoid a Heldon comparison, and “Pole” is no exception. The dark sequencing that is normally associated with Richard Pinhas and crew, can be found on tracks like ‘Montelimar’ and ‘Lundi Matin’. But instead of searing fuzz guitar, ‘Montelimar’ features trumpet while ‘Lundi Matin’ has some wonderful electric saxophone. ‘Armature Double’ has to rank as the most unique composition on the album. No describing this one with easy comparisons. A very somber 18 minute piece with mellotron, voices, electric piano, and sundry 1970s era synthesizers that really creates a melancholy mood. That is, with the exception of short bursts of loud fuzz bass and industrial sounding noises – which are quite dramatic in this context. For me the best is track 2, ‘Evelyse’, which is one of the finest underground pieces of music I’ve ever heard. With echoing flute and “locust at night” synthesizers, it’s a melding of Tangerine Dream’s “Alpha Centauri” with Ash Ra Tempel’s ‘Jenseits’ from the “Join Inn” album. The track reaches a crescendo that will send a chill up one’s spine. It’s outright begging to be the soundtrack for an art film. A phenomenal piece. Overall, “Pole” is a very difficult album to absorb in one or two listens. This will take many spins to truly comprehend, just due to the exploratory nature of the music ..........

Philippe Besombes began his career at the beginning of the 70's as a sound engineer and artistic coordinator for contemporary music (Iannis Xenakis, Pierre Boulez and Karlheinz Stockhausen). He was also a researcher in organic chemistry, more passionate about synthesizers than by test tubes. ). After composing a first Original Soundtrack for the underground film "Libra", Besombes joined the mythic Luc Ferrari and some other musicians including David Gisse and a certain Jean Louis Rizet to create "L'atelier de Libération de la Musique" A theater of experimentation and electronic music that prefigures the sound of the disc "Pole", composed a few months later with Rizet.

Halfway between Brian Eno's work with Cluster and the krautrock experiments of bands such as Faust, the Besombes and Rizet record delivers a planing music combining electronics with the craft groove. Forty years after the release of the disc, Besombes confirms: "We were trying to convey the message that music must be made with soul, and that's why the Besombes-Rizet disc attempts to humanize technology, With a constant mix between the parts played and the addition of sounds created.But it was also for lack of means, we had a few synths but it was rudimentary, so it was smarter to play our music to Pierre Henry in Slowing down or modifying the bands to create new sounds ".
Today, the "diggers", the disc of Besombes and Rizet is also a funny story. Signed to its release in 1975 on Pole Records (ephemeral French label also author of the first LP "Fluence" by Pascal Comelade), the LP is then distributed according to marketing rules very ... original. Besombes explains: "The boss of the label, Paul Putti, was a kind of crazy, business king with a futuristic vision, but a little megalo: he had created a label called Pole [because of his first name] and produced Putti's plan to sell his records was to hire an army of students whom he had stuffed in vinyl-filled vans to tour the cities where the students were typing To all the doors on the pretext, to incite the housewife to slam 10F in these avant-garde records, that each of them was part of the group Pole! "..............

Line-up / Musicians
Besombes-Rizet / electronics, synths, and mellotron, percussion

A1 Haute Pression 10:56
A2 Evelyse 7:17
B Armature Double 18:00
C1 Lundi Matin 5:41
C2 Montélimar 7:37
C3 Rock À Montauban 3:30
D Synthi Soit-Il 21:42 

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