Eerie, inscrutable and until now “lost” 1982 recordings of Mme. Gillis and M. Berrocal’s chance meeting on a dissecting table. On ‘Sacre’, actor/raconteur Jacques Doyen’s spoken French - talking about what Je ne sais pas, but sounding smoky and raffish as you like - is accompanied by a typically haunting and reverberant and NOIR Berrocal soundscape, his lugubrious Chet-Baker-in-space trumpet lines and sparsest percussions threaded through vast light-sucking caverns of anti-matter. Oui chef! On the flip, Berrocal coaxes further wonder from his mournful horn’o’plenty - morse-like rhythmic pulsions, plumes of droning ambience, controlled explosions of anguished SKRONK - while Gillis creates a collaged backing that sounds like General Strike-era Toop/Beresford got locked in a filing cabinet and lobbed into the sea (it is, in fact, her voice and self-built instruments filtered through a De Dion Bouton oil can). In the wrong hands this could amount to insufferable cuteness, but this is QUEEN ANNE we’re talking about, and far from succumbing to whimsy, she and Jac use playful means to arrive at deadly serious ends - maybe it’s the fact is January, but there seems to be more hurt and longing and TRUTH in this sub-aquatic Devil’s Picnic than we can bear. YEP. Beautiful and singular music, a 7” picture-disc to ram the point home...edition of 230, cruelly priced, but nothing short of essential.