Tip! "It seems that this morning the moon has swapped its pale coldness for an acid yellow: the journey begins as the night draws to a close. Bodies writhe, given over to some mystical revelation:  would have we forgotten that the day was going to rise? Chaos stands there in rare purity, like a farewell to all hesitation. Black celebration. After the introduction, the title track ‘les orvets’ sets the tone: powerful and synthetic waves, like a trip, the rhythm is tenuous and the sounds so thick they confine to bestiality. After ‘Avaler des couleuvres’, on which we could have predicted this turn of events, this Moineau Écarlate's album is a search for intensity, destructive without being muddled, where we understand that the knots in question, far from being an astral map, form a tense tangle of dangerous loops that invite constriction." - Julie Hascoët