Review Summary: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Maigre is a sonata without organs: musical desire-production channeled into pure schizoid revolution. Neither Igorrr nor Ruby My Dear, rebellious acts already, could have achieved this dastardly little EP without the contribution of the other. Whatever is inhuman and weird about each act is only accentuated by the other's competing influence, yet they also refine each other. For only having a twenty minute runtime, Maigre is dangerously patient. Opener "Barbecue" spends a tenth of the EP building on baroque beatz before plummeting into schizophrenic tremelo riffs, flamenco guitars and breakcore drops. A masterful understanding of dynamics only bolsters the robust brutality of Maigre, as every moment is excessive for boundless, novel, and often delightful reasons, even if not every moment is brutal. If there is an ethos to Maigre, it is that calm and chaos are equally worth probing for the weird, argued by a hearty logos that one always precedes the other.
All of this concludes in Maigre sounding, rather unsurprisingly, completely inhuman. This is self-indulgent, repulsive music, hideously self-absorbed and unabashedly arrogant. There will be brutal drops, there is a sick-ass guitar solo, and there will be trap drums over classical instruments. New listeners beware, lightning shocks even from a bottle.
