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Alcest’s Souvenirs d’un Autre Monde

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“Sure,” they say, “he flirted with far-right politics when he played in Peste Noire, but he’s changed.”

— Mainstream fans defending Neige’s musical heritage

French band Alcest is one of the premier exponents of the blackgaze scene. Formed in 2000, their seminal album Souvenirs d’un Autre Monde (2007) is a highpoint of the post-metal and shoegaze oeuvre. The opening track, “Printemps emeraude,” clearly hints at the writer’s pagan proclivities:

The undergrowth in Spring
is a sky
dotted with emeralds.
The leaves of the trees dance
with the light breeze
and the rays of the sun
so that it’s light
turns them into gems.

Hailing from Bagnols-sur-Ceze in Languedoc-Roussillon, Stephane Paut — better known as Neige — the creative catalyst behind Alcest, describes the concept and inspiration for the dream-like soundscape of Souvenirs as being “a journey through a distant world he has been in contact with since childhood.” This world is like that of ancient Tuatha De Danann that gives rise to a unique blending of ghostly, gothic, innocent, and fey, which Neige distills beautifully with mesmeric vocals and fuzzed-out bliss guitars.

A fairy-like feeling of nostalgia pervades songs like “Tir Nan Og”:

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From the shores through ancient mist
You bear the mark of my elven kiss.
Clear the way, I will take you home
To eternal bliss.
Far away from the land you knew
The dawn of day reaches out to you

Anyone listening to the album’s title track can very easily visualize the ethereal mist lifting off the multi-instrumentalist’s Jazzmaster as he riffs through his power chords and stamps his authority on the reverb pedal:

When I come here, there is no time
the seconds become hours
the year’s short moments are soon gone
and our misleading words are replaced by music and colors
which float like perfumes in the amber air
don’t worry now it’s all over
break the chains of your deadly fears
to be forever free.
Lyrics that reflect those of the French medieval pastoral poets like Marot and Ronsard with lines in Ciel errant running:
I like to contemplate the sky
feel like I’m flying away
towards the passing clouds and then fade
in the blue of an endless sea

And in “Sur l’autre rive je t’attendrai” with its sense of angst-laden longing:

I’ll spend years
waiting for you on the other bank
hoping to see one day
your ever-childish face again
wise strange silvery eyes
give its age and wisdom away.
Sail for a long time beyond the fog
to reach the outskirts of Bright Land
leaving the past lives’ misfortunes
and the sly and the painful smiles behind
I’ll be waiting for you on the other bank.

These themes resonate right through Alcest’s more recent EPs and albums like Secrets (2009), Ecailles de lune (2010), Les Voyages de l’Ame (2012), Shelter (2014), Kodama (2016), and Spiritual Instinct (2019).

The official video of their 2011 single Autre Temps clearly channels images directly from Alain-Fournier’s French classic, Le Grand Meaulnes or The Lost Domain (1913). Meaulnes is replete with idealized adolescent memories of a pastoral paradise from the author’s own boyhood in La Chapelle-d’Angillon, in the Cher department, in central France. Its impulsive, reckless and sometimes heroic central character, Meaulnes, epitomizes what many readers identify as the romantic ideal in his search for the unobtainable and mysterious world that floats somewhere between adolescence and adulthood.

The story, which I sense has greatly impacted Neige’s work, revolves upon Meaulnes becoming bewitched by the beautiful Yvonne de Galais at a mystical fete in an enchanted tumble-down chateau where a stone marked Here lies the Chevalier Galois — Faithful to his God, his King, and his Lady Love is blasted by the winds of time.

A haunting memory that the protagonist later describes thus: “But I’m sure now that when I discovered the nameless domain I was at some peak of perfection, of purity, to which I shall never again attain. Only in death, as I once wrote you, can I expect to recapture the beauty of that moment.”

Neige’s song lyrics are redolent with Fournier’s twilight world of jejune melancholia:

A distant prayer carried by the evening wind
animates the leaves in their languid dance
it is the song of the old trees intoned for you
for those dark woods now asleep
without expecting so many seasons have passed
the golden leaves to die on the ground
one day will be reborn under a radiant sky.
But our eroded world will remain the same
and tomorrow you and I will be gone

The band’s evolution was spurred on by the addition of Jean ‘Winterhalter’ Deflandre on drums and percussion, particularly during the period between Le Secret and Shelter. Deflandre drew heavily — but not in a derivative way — from black metal legends like Burzum and Ulver, but also shoegaze meister-singers like Slowdive. Alcest’s now characteristic somnambulist vocals extemporize perfectly with both the blastbeat and delicate tremolo guitar picking of a master craftsman of the blackgaze sound.

Neige: “I come from the metal scene originally and it never really left me. I used black metal as a teen as a way to escape from reality and that’s what I love the most about it.”

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8 Comments

  1. Arthur Konrad
    Posted April 28, 2020 at 12:19 pm | Permalink

    “I come from the metal scene originally and it never really left me” Yeah, that couldn’t possibly fail to impress anybody. Its funny how all these metalheads with their fads have the nerve to fashion themselves some kind of purists, when their music from the point of view of everything which should matter in music, namely – dynamics, composition, subtlety, talent, and creativity – is the equivalent of rap. Metal “scene” has been the most enduring of all the unpleasant and embarrassing things which sprang from the contemporary western mass culture in which laziness meets arrogance and narcissism. One has to be out of his mind to enjoy this white noise. But yeah, as long as it “defends our heritage” I guess.

    • Fionn McCool
      Posted April 28, 2020 at 2:59 pm | Permalink

      Incorrect

    • Iskalla
      Posted April 28, 2020 at 5:24 pm | Permalink

      Yeah, I remember when somebody played me an Agalloch track and I was like ‘this must be the new Eminem song’.

      • Arthur Konrad
        Posted April 30, 2020 at 4:57 pm | Permalink

        Freya
        Odin
        death, violent death,
        how fascinating death is
        pondering death makes me appear profound, anti-conformist, deep, concealing my secret desire that people empathize with me and feel the sheer power of my vast individuality
        Old Wisdom
        Forests
        Snow, loneliness melancholia
        A misunderstood individual pondering the nature of life in this wicked industrialized world
        Other-worldliness, impenetrable mystery
        bland guitar riffs, cretinous drumming
        Choir of hair raising vocals summoning the gods to come down to earth and lead us towards death and the hall of bronzen shields
        gore, violence, warriors, sky
        Freya, Odin, (insert name of a pagan deity)
        forests snow, lonely path, misty rivers, golden dawn, sun setting,
        sun, sun sun,
        winds blowing, more melancholia

        there, i exhausted every imaginable prospective theme for any imaginable future folkish/ambient/metal/black-metal/pagan-metal/nuwizdumbah-pseudo-rabadabadingdong song.

        Now, can we please have a talented musician take a pen and music sheet and compose something that is not to be regarded as noise and a crass assault on normal human sensibilities. And no, I don’t care that noise is an acquired taste. The emperor is naked.

        • Fenek Solere
          Posted May 1, 2020 at 3:38 am | Permalink

          Dear Arthur,
          All very true and very amusing. However, where is your music, your lyrics, your poetry – or indeed, your articles on Counter Currents – one must earn the right to criticize !
          Best
          FS

          • Arthur Konrad
            Posted May 1, 2020 at 4:32 am | Permalink

            Dear Mr. Solere,

            You are correct about the right to criticize, however, remember that the majority here write under the presumption of anonymity, and it is my impression at least that a modest dose of random uncensored ranting is tolerated, although I do not consider it the most laudable enterprise either.

            Regards

            • Fenek Solere
              Posted May 1, 2020 at 10:20 am | Permalink

              Then we are agree on something. That is good!
              Best
              FS

  2. Travis LeBlanc
    Posted April 28, 2020 at 7:47 pm | Permalink

    I dislike metal but I like Alcest because I really dig shoegaze. Alcest were only really metal on their early releases. Over time, they’ve become more of a “traditional” shoegaze band. More “heavy shoegaze” than “gazey metal”.

    As far as shoegaze metal goes, this band is alright
    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KWDre0UQOB0

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