Cheer Me, Perverts!

the title, cheer me, perverts! an anagram of the name of the fes main man, belgian composer and clarinetist peter vermeersch does the job as a soundbite for this fabulous new repetoire from the 14-piece group: sharp yet ambiguous, cheeky, alluding a little to the dark side... but ultimately making a compelling case to the deviant streak in us all. each of the usual fes elements are in place...that is to say, absolutely nothing usual whatsoever: car-chase funk that careers off the road and into walls of blistering ensemble brass, wonky screwball jazz that wears its trousers proudly round its ankles... a gentle early miles moment that gets a scary visitation from bernard psycho/taxi driver hermann in the shower... you know the deal by now %u2013 or rather you dont, which is what makes hitching the fes wagon such a thrilling ride every time.