Papier Tigre — Personal Belongings 7" (Sick Room)
Seven-inch vinyl records are curious things. When they work they are spectacular pieces of art and music. When they don't they're rather expensive curios destined to sit on a shelf with the rest of your impressive 7-inch collection. It's always been like that I guess, but even more so in the download age. For every 7-inch I obsessed about (listening to the Husker Du cover of Eight Miles High over and over again on the Plaza Tavern's jukebox; flipping Mudhoney's Touch Me I'm Sick over again and again and again), there were 10 that I bought from touring bands that were relegated to a shelf and only listened to when I decided it was my duty to listen to ALL my 7-inches.
So when Ryan from Sick Room Records asked me to review the upcoming 7-inch by the French band Papier Tigre, I approached it with some trepidation. For one thing, I didn't even have the vinyl (yet) and there was only one song posted on-line. With only one song to review, it had to stand on its own with nothing else to support it — it had better be killer...
Well it's fucking killer. It's hooky as hell and uncoils itself in all sorts of unpredictable ways. You want touch points? Think a marvelously economic June of 44. It's taut and expressive where Jof44 is languid and meditative but it still exhibits all the same jagged jazz-math of a bygone era. At 3:04, Personal Belongings says exactly what it needs to say without a scrap fat. At the same time, it's not nearly long enough, forcing you, as any good single does, to listen again and again and again.
Papier Tigre are currently on tour in the States and I would strongly encourage you to see them if for no other reason than to buy this record (I'm buying mine tonight).
— This post originally appeared on ToEleven.