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Includes unlimited streaming of Dééfait via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more. A strange coincidence. It really did take a strange coincidence to give birth to this band with the odd name, which despite its slightly loser-ish ring has, from its very first steps, laid the groundwork for a certain kind of success. First there was the chance that took Ric Lara 9,000 kilometers from the Mexican capital that watched him grow up, and from which his band borrowed its name: DF for Distrito Federal, Mexico City's other name. DF is also the setting of Roberto Bolaño's novel The Savage Detectives, which deeply inspired him while writing their first EP. Then there was the offbeat idea of the Stay Hungry sessions, born in autumn 2021 when Covid had us all stuck on reruns: with help from Grégoire Couvert and Enir Da, Ricardo would host musicians at home, instructing them to play on unusual or even experimental instruments, then sit down for a chat over a drink, the substance of which would later be delivered as voiceover.
That's how he came to meet Pays P, the band fronted by the Valero brothers, who were then coming off a fine tour supporting Big Thief, and who would split up a few months later (before reforming in summer 2026)... A meeting both human and musical, fed by influences ranging from Fugazi's riffs to the savagery of Boredoms, between five musicians who appreciated the density of Terminal Cheesecake as much as the electric energy of CAN, or the inventiveness of the Manchester collective Gnod. It was Andy Blundell, fittingly, who was entrusted with mixing the album — already a step up from the EP released in December 2025. A debut release that wasn't quite as brief as you'd expect (6 tracks, 35 minutes), recorded at home, and one that immediately put them on the map... though which map, which territory (rock? noise? psych?) remains an open question, and that's precisely what makes Dééfait interesting. That self-titled EP offered a glimpse of the alchemy you can feel between the band members, evoking a kind of noise ritual: a wall of guitars, incantatory percussion, and possessed vocals. With Dééfait, the sound twists, repeats, and stretches itself to the point of exhaustion. They'd barely stepped out of the legendary Black Box studios in Angers, where Peter Deimel recorded this debut album, when they began touring to introduce the EP.

Where the EP offered a fairly heterogeneous set of tracks, the album asserts a more organic narrative unity. A record with no title either — "self-titled," as they say in such cases, as if we were still at the introduction stage, as if there were no need to specify "James" once you've already said BondBondBond. Constantly shifting between languages (English, French, Spanish), Ric explores varied themes around jouissance, where meaning and language bend to timbre and rhythm: here musicality outweighs intelligibility, density outpaces intention. This is where Dééfait finds its singularity: a wailing voice, at times piercingly high (hence the "heliumcore" tag that keeps coming up), haunts a foundational structure driven by the bass, over which layers of guitar trade off, their harmonics tangling with the obsessive echoes of their vociferous frontman. Will More sets the tone from the very first bars with that dense, feverish atmosphere so characteristic of Dééfait, one that holds through to the album's end. The pressure stays high through the galvanizing riffs of "I Promise to Divide You," a title whose tone is more optimistic than its initial promise suggests. Ric's distinctive fuzzed-out voice shifts through different shades, passes through different effects, wrapping us in a hypnotic veil we'd gladly stay trapped in, "Endlessly." Released as a single emerging from summer torpor, "Satan's Brew" grabs hold of us with its 90s grit, plunging us with it into a chaotic trance, surrounded by demonic screams and a biting overlapping guitar. There are hells you don't really want to climb out of.
The immersion continues into the following track (and what a title — "Fôlatre, fissure, crie!"), creating a sense of unity, of logical resolution in its rhythmic choices: the ostinatos trade places, divide, and merge. Dragged into limbo by the hypnotic guitars of Lucas Valero and Grégoire Couvert, pinned to ground that keeps giving way beneath us, by the methodical rhythm section of Pablo Valero's drums and Enir Da's four strings, we have no choice but to cling to Ric Lara's incantations. "2440" comes to reassure doom fans by slowing the pace, letting his voice roam across a spectrum so strange it can be thunderous and fragile all at once, mastering both explosion and implosion. Finally, the landing comes with "DF," this last, almost reassuring title (especially now that we know what it means), which gathers up the weary souls who've made it through this ordeal: a welcome reward at the end of an addictive torment that leaves you turned inside out.
Dééfait is an occult ritual of tribal invocation, an introspection held underwater, an inverted exploration, a winding path through the brackish, stringy waters of psychedelic rock.