After less than one year from the release in digital download of "Le chaos de l'Histoire", almost following the leitmotif of the 80 which seems to come from the sound of this band, it sees the light this cassette for the Russian label Wondervogel.
This album is the story of the dark months that have followed the chaos, that has been the death of Frédéric, member and co-founder of L'Ordre d'Heloise with Alain, and his best friend. It 'a tribute to a person who he will never forget, and, at the same time, something pointing out the human side of this exceptional artist, is the history of the pain caused by an umbeareable loss and, at the same time, in the words of Alain, a cure, perhaps the only one not to go crazy.In this album there are eighteen tracks, for a total of more than seventy minutes of listening.
"Apocalypse" has some sounds reminescences of Marc Seberg, and deals with the bitterness and pettiness that often mark the life of every day, despite the hard text, in the music there is no anger, but rather an infinite despair, that seems to represent the longing for a deliverance, like the desire to fly away, as the notes of the guitar do.
"Contamines" is a song marked by the rhythm of the synthesizer that sound cold and openly artificial, as often is our world ... the text tells of a handful of survivors of a nuclear explosion, I believe a metaphor representing the loss of someone important, that was an essential part of the small world of each of us... the one that ultimately really matters. "Coupes du monde" is a heartbreaking piece ... as abandon, losing someone, and simultaneously pulling oneself aside, the black tunnel that appears on the cover, where there is no light, but that sometimes can be chosen like a shelter from the pain ... The text, as well as several others by L'Ordre d'Heloise, sets Alain among the best songwriters of the New Wave, in my opinion second only to Ian Curtis, his words can describe the sense of alienation to a pre-established world, where we are asked to insert ourselves into a planned role, where nobody cares of our aspirations, our preferences, our own feelings.
"Ne restez pas en paix" starting from the reflections about cancer, about women alone that for this reason can't have children, widens the view for the fate of all mankind, to greed is pushing the world to the brink of the poisoning, the destruction. "Tunnel" is about the time of the passage leading in the afterlife, and it seems to describe metaphorically the moment of the farewell to Frèdèric, more general thoughts on the transience of life, lead us eventually to imagine even on our last trip, paradoxically, perhaps because of the affection that bound the two friends, the music, even if melancholy, has an underlying sweetness, that resonates in every single note. "Heloise" is another instrumental, which lets imagine this character, fictional, (whose story you can read in the Dusk Memory "Green") that is very similar to the Guides that lead Souls to the other side as the "Lady of the Sycamore" or Charon of the Ancient Romans .... The track evokes an impetuous, relentless ride and represents also the anxiety and the fear of knowing that the moment of your passage is coming. The text of "F.", is nothing more than a last goodbye .... not chosen, full of nostalgia for love, and joy for having known them, and, even more than in tunnel "Tunnel" in every note you can feel an immense but desperate sweetness. "Apres le chaos", another instrumental, describes the moment the storm, when the feelings, after having lost the distraction of taking care and to comfort, explodes in our minds and in our hearts, filling the void with anguish, despair, helplessness. To all this follows the emptiness,, "Le Neant" as the title of the piece that follows, more quiet though full of sorrow, of a coldness that grips the soul, interrupted only by moments of anger for how things turned out, the 'anguish of the question "how to survive the devastation", an unanswered questions, also repeated in the text. "The Danger" describes the agony moments, the sense of impending danger, and the desperate awareness to feel protected by knowing that it's going to happen. "Perturbations" is dominated by synthetic sounds again, is like a projection in a gray future where everything is poisoned, where things that seem trivial now will be nothing else but a memory soaked in nostalgia, a reminder to everyone that Nature rebels to who don't have respect, and that its strength is immensely greater and lethal than ours. "Photosyntese" is full of Spleen, the pace is distressed and the last steps, undecided between a furious speed that would put an end before the suffering and the fear of what will come next, the text runs to the apocalyptic vision of the previous, pointing out the interdependence between the collective catastrophe and individual tragedy, which is just a symptom of the first .... and the absolute black that fills us in front of it all "as if a tanker of gutt was cast upon the thoughts "..." even the great lighthouse has collapsed "... what indicated the port of refuge .... like the arms of a friend who understood you ......
"Depresseur" is still full of artificial-sounding synth, an artificial calm and a monotonous rhythm .... like the calm artificial donated by psychiatric drugs, like the surrending in the arms of a glacial renunciation, like the self isolation. "Les arcanes de l'esprit" is a song with a double personality ...it speaks about the unresolved questions and doubts that torment, but also about the things that keep us afloat, as the immense love for a child .... Maybe that's why the synthetic sounds that seem to extend from the previous track are dissolved in an aura of sweetness. "La Foule" is like a follow up of the previous track, and starting from the wiew of the anonymous crowd, made up of anonymous people, who never ask themselves any question, becomes like a talk protective to our children, to warn them about how life is, to stay beside them and support them as they grow up. "Agoratologie" is a return to the black, absolute, total, as a night without stars, ...... The synthesizer is cold, like an heart that beats only by inertia, the rest seems to express pain and disbelief, which seems to have no alternative ... the last lines of the text read "Not even death wants to know about me, Can I hope in another wiew" .... I hope the recognition of this last year, the appreciation of the public and radios have indicated to Alain in which direction to look for a new vision ....
Demeure la chute is the instrumental that closes the album, the guitar that seems to describe the vertigo of the fall evoked by the title, relentless incumbent keyboards, as to represent the unpleasant surprises that life reserves, the bass line, like a heartbeat accelerated ....
But in the last year what is accelerating is the path of this band to the success it deserves, the road is still long, even if now the name "The odre of Heloise" is known to real fans, those looking for new groups, new emotions, and to several radio stations around the world that broadcasted the band in those months