CIA Debutante - Trespass

Trespass, the title given to CIA Debutante's fourth record, is a highly informative one, capturing in a single word the Foucauldtian suspicion of power and control that has coarsed through the Aussie-French duos music from day dot. As before - as forever - theirs is a collapsing cybernetic melange of dystopian electronic smog and oratorical fear and loathing, where the second side of Low confronts the civilisation wrecking future-death of Cabaret Voltaire, Suicide and TG. CIA Debutante know their role and they deliver it with great consistency, though Trespass does contain a few extra tricks all its own, incorporating discordant blasts of woodwind and a more-pronounced-than-ever motorik pulse into their white hot guitar and drum machine storm warning that really adds tension to what is an already paranoid density. I could happily sit all day digesting the lyrics of Nathan Roche, a great poetry of panic and end of days precognition (doesn't take much to see that coming now tbf), though I can't attest to how healthy an endeavour that might be. Perhaps I'll live to regret the thought, but health be damned, the apocalypse always has the best tunes.