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Zen Bamboo shift into higher gear with GLU<\/em>, a debut album produced by Julien Mineau \u2013 whose work with Malajube has been on hold for a stretch. We\u2019re in pop-electro-rock-trip-hop-prog-indie terrain that couldn’t be more abundant here, virtually immersed in a space filled to the brim with guitars, keyboards, analog synthesizers, bass and drums. A superficial listen suggests an extension of the grand era of Malajube, the famous band with whom Zen Bamboo certainly share the values of exaltation and paroxysm. A superficial listen would also indicate an outburst of indie rock and post-grunge nostalgia for the \u201990s and 2000s, and thus for a rock spirit that\u2019s evident despite the multitude of references on the table here. Thirty- and forty-year-olds will find themselves at ease in this universe of twenty-somethings. And what about them? Millennial adults may very well hear an echo of their generation. What’s more, we\u2019re told that this is \u201cfresh and manic poetry\u201d, and that it underlines \u201cthe impulsive viscosity of the guts\u201d of the lyricist, no less. In fact, the texts are rather delirious, slathered on in the manner of young writers who have a lot to pour out, marbled with real good literary flashes despite the clutter. The themes addressed are in turn absurd, vulgar, anxious, provocative, violent, bloody, tearful, oozing, jubilant, overexcited. This \u201cstormy album\u201d will most likely remain confined to a franco Keb audience because of the local language used here, but… expect some startling sprouts in own our garden.<\/p>\n\n\n\n