I guess there’s no French word for Interstices. I can’t see why there would need to be. I’ve sure as hell never used that word before, and I’m positive I never will again. Actually I think maybe it is a French word. I have no fucking idea, ok. Boy is it a good album though. Hailing from Toulouse, in Southern France (home of fancy bridges and Airbus), CHAVIRE, is a crumbly political emo band. Political Emo? Yeah, especially with lyrics as dismal and poetic as these:
I walk. Mainly, I walk. We have used our saliva to speak of downgrading, to feel ourselves nowhere and guilty of history, and at every corner of the street, it is my cowardice that I catch and trail.