after a debut record in 1999 and follow-up 12"/cdep in 2000, FLY PAN AM sharpen their sonic and conceptual knives to shiny surgical points on this second full-length. having gradually moved from long, reverb-drenched repetition to concise, bone-dry repetition in their live shows over the past couple of years, these new songs are marked by a full embrace of stuttering, fucked-up, funk. the result is a tightly-wound record that frequently seems to pop its own springs. a strange and resistant strain of instrumental rock has been breeding in the tweaked brains of these four boys for some time now, and CEUX QUI INVENTENT NíONT JAMAIS VECU (?) emerges as a startlingly infectious little virus, helping to keep the form alive by undermining and destabilising it in brash and unpredictable ways. FLY PAN AM chews up casual conjunctions of rock and electronics, leaving that hollow, worn-out ëpost-rockí category in a crumpled heap behind them. the group is serious about their krautrock, but about a great many other things as well, whether new york circ. 1980, afro-beat, or musique concrète.



recorded by thierry amar (godspeed you black emperor!, a silver mt. zion, molasses, etc.) on the new 24-track tape machine at montréalís hotel2tango, CEUX QUI INVENTENT... is precisely stitched togther, with the rhythm section of felix morel (drums) and j.s. truchy (bass) serving as a new-wave-meets-no-wave backbone for the screwed-down/spastic guitar work of roger tellier-craig and jonathan parant.