Review concert La Scene Paris

Hello,

We received a review in our mail that was published on the la grosse radio site. We must say it's one of the more entertaining reviews we have ever read about sweet assembler.
Link to original (French): http://www.lagrosseradio.com/blogs/p903-Cosmos-les-a-vu--Sweet-Assembler-.html

The English translation:

The cosmos, seen….Sweet Assembler

Yes, I saw them.
It was on December 21st I think, in this cursed concert room that we only whisper the name cross signing... La Scene Bastille.

God damn, this story is so unbelievable that i hardly can believe it myself! Somehow, I did not dream, i'm sure I did not dream...
I'm telling you, I saw them...
I saw them like I see you. But hell, how will I describe you this improbable human beings, with names you can hardly pronounce (like Tsjalke the bassiste), able to turn a concert lounge into a bar from Nimes on a feria day?
How will I give you a general idea, even close, of what they can produce in terms of scenical prestation? How can I give back with a little faithfulness their totally out of commun hypnotical potential.

Because these boys are capturing you, are aspirating you slowly, slowly, patiently. When they unroll their maleficient set, you little by little forget your own self.
The atypical rythms like in Amused (the master piece) are taking place in your intimate cadencies, are inviting themselves in you, take possession of you and only go out for the next one. You belong to them.
And don't ever imagine, you that have listen to Digitally Passed On, and founded well some prog-rock accents that you will assist to a gig of smart and indifferent people, enjoying their knowledge and stuck into autistic musicians structures.
No, and No again. You will find the songs you loved (Amused, Scrambler, Past Verb) with a rage and an energy you couldn't even think about from them.
You will see Rock.

You will see Tsjalke (how does this animal do everything he does on stage?) with fired hair, giving you the roundness and power under your feet and to your chest , with his bass directly coming out of hell.
You will also see, if you have time, Johan, but you will only be able to see his hands armed with speed drumsticks like fairies, executing in their cymbals forest a mysterious sabbat.
And you'll look at this one, Erik, the eyes almost closed, ventilates his magical arpeggio with the metronome inflexible way. You'll look at him and wonder if it's really from his fingers that these flexible and aerial, languorous and penetrating licks emerge. Hypnotical snakes are coming out of these hands.
And you'll look a lot at this Ralph, the singer, the master wizard. You'll see how he disappears in the cigarettes smoke (that they smoke cheerfully on stage), the electrical flashes, the coloured stratches, to reappear in front of his mic with a powerfull line, or in front of his piano for a sudden enchanting ballad. You will see how he can take you wherever he wants, whenever he wants with this kinky spark in his eyes, the madness spark (the genious spark maybe??)..

You think i'm too flattering, he? You think i'm doing too much? Whatever..
Me and the others, we saw. We saw and we keep in ourselves the magical of the December 21st gig.
And one thing is for sure, if you are lucky enought to be able to see them in France, Do not hesitate. Go there, run, be there and you will see
You will see the wizards, there is no other word. You will see Sweet Assembler, and you won't be able to get it over.
I'm telling you, i saw them....