Boris Godounov Don Quichotte by André Pernet – A Wild Ride Through Classical Chaos
Alright, buckle up. This album’s a trip, and not one of those boring “sip tea while staring out the window” classical trips either. No, Boris Godounov Don Quichotte by André Pernet is more like chugging espresso at 2 a.m., then realizing you just mainlined pure chaos. Released under Odeon in France, this thing hits hard—and yeah, it’s messy as hell—but damn if it doesn’t stick with you.
Let’s talk tracks. First off, "Je Suis Le Chevalier Errant" slaps harder than most symphonies I’ve heard lately. It opens with this brooding intensity that feels like Don Quixote himself charging headfirst into another windmill disaster. The strings? Furious. The brass? Like someone lit a fire under their chairs. You can practically hear the delusional knight screaming about honor and glory while his horse looks on like, "Dude, we’re done." This track sticks because it’s got teeth—it doesn’t sit back and politely ask for your attention; it grabs you by the throat and demands it.
Then there’s "Godounov J’ai Le Pouvoir Suprême," which is basically what happens when power goes straight to someone’s head. The music swells so big you’d think God himself showed up, but nah, it’s just Boris flexing his tyrant muscles. There’s this moment midway through where the choir kicks in—holy crap, they sound like an army marching toward doom. It’s over-the-top dramatic, kinda ridiculous even, but that’s why it works. By the end, you’re exhausted, like you just ran a marathon through someone else’s ego trip.
Now, here’s the kicker: these songs aren’t perfect. They’re loud, brash, maybe even a little too much at times. But isn’t that what makes them unforgettable? In a world full of polished, forgettable classical nonsense, Pernet throws caution out the window and delivers something raw and unfiltered.
And honestly? That’s refreshing as hell.
Final thought: If Boris Godounov and Don Quixote ever met in real life, they’d probably hate each other. One’s all about crushing dissent, the other about chasing impossible dreams. Yet somehow, Pernet smashes their stories together into this wild, disjointed masterpiece. Weirdly enough, it works. Maybe that says something about humanity—or maybe it just proves that chaos always wins. Either way, crank this album loud and let it wreck your brain.
