On the eve of a European tour with Ky Band this spring, the Montreal experimental trio Yoo Doo Right have announced their return with their latest EP The Sacred Fuck. Nominated in the long list of the prestigious Polaris Prize for their second album A Murmur, Boundless to the East, released in June 2022, Justin Cober (guitar, synthesizers, vocals), Charles Masson (bass) and John Talbot (drums, percussion) left their mark with their unique sound, skilfully blending elements of krautrock, shoegaze, post-rock and psychedelia to create an atmosphere reminiscent of a car crash in slow motion, looking out to infinity and our own personal flaws.
This time around, the band delves into the art of cinematic storytelling, weaving together scenes and narratives that shed light on the band’s entire artistic approach since its inception. Their compositions offer a sonic experience that is both captivating and mysterious, where Yoo Doo Right manages to wield the art of experimental collage with the help of field recordings. Armed with an old tape recorder and a short-wave radio, their tracks seem to emit signals that can travel across the globe, evoking the era of the first military and government communications of the early twentieth century. Each track is conceived as a mechanical riddle to be decoded, suggesting an unreadable message that can only truly be deciphered by those who can read with their heart.
Numbers whispered in German, an old song listened to in slow motion, the frantic applause of a protest march, a dreamlike violin improvisation in the corridors of an underground station, crackling solemn vocals… Each of these abstract images, though disconnected, embodies a tangible story, born of real suffering and profound confusion. Artistic spontaneity, that immortal sacred fuck, is used here as a therapeutic balm, blurring the boundaries between anguish and hope, and transforming the weight of prejudice and grief into a liberating trance with the finale “FULL HEALTH (BBB).” The EP is a heartfelt invitation to stand together, to charge headfirst into the eye of the storm, keeping your mouth open, with a gentle smile, your tongue a little recessed, your fist clenched to your chest and your bare feet armed with boots.
