The Doctors - Modern
If we rely only on personal taste, we end up defining records as good, bad and so on, in a sterile game of personal work in identifying what it contains.
Some works seem incomplete, missing something, as if they had short sleeves in the middle of winter, showing and giving the feeling that everything can be postponed to a future project. Instead, those are the best albums, without a doubt.
Take Modern, by the brothers Patrick and Domenique Mouras: amidst the venom, the ravings, the Post-Punk screams with electronic adjacencies, one might think of something monotonous, but instead it is the perfection of what is missing that makes these six tracks perfect, croaking, fulminating, hysterical and aggressive. Approaching them meticulously, we do not have a manneristic sense of design but rather a youthful impetuosity, impetuosity and brittleness that travels fast over discomfort, to define humanity as a resounding approximation. They are good because they are whole, explosive and determined to cut through the air with chops of primitive sound, pressing and curling up in the rivulets of water agitated by the Coldwave that appears with great elegance. The French combine a gothic mood with a sparkling chain of music that sweeps and dilates the senses: the use of different languages is an arrow of salt that allows multiple suggestions. There is no doubt that we are dealing with an illuminating sphere of qualities that know no pause: they investigate, conquer and rummage through time to find hooks to incinerate. A sensational disc that deserves the stage of your listening...
