Album Review: Rythmiques Du Cancer by Raw Love
Rythmiques Du Cancer, the audacious debut from Canadian outfit Raw Love, is a genre-defying whirlwind that refuses to sit still. Released under Lifers Records, this album strides confidently across Hip Hop, Electronic, Rock, and even dips its toes into Techno, Hardcore, Punk, and Dance-pop. It’s an unpredictable ride, stitched together with raw emotion and unapologetic experimentation. If you’re looking for something that challenges your ears while keeping your feet moving, this might just be it.
The album opens with "Entrevue Radiophonique", a track that feels like eavesdropping on a late-night radio show hosted by ghosts. The spoken word samples layered over glitchy beats create an eerie yet hypnotic atmosphere. You don’t just listen to this one—you experience it. It sets the tone perfectly, like walking into a dimly lit room where you’re not sure if you should dance or run for the exit.
Another standout is "Broccolini (Toux)". Don’t let the quirky title fool ya—it’s a banger. This track slams together distorted synths, pounding drums, and what sounds like someone coughing their lungs out in rhythm (hence the name). It’s chaotic but oddly infectious, the kind of song that makes you wanna throw your fists in the air and shout nonsense at the top of your lungs. It sticks with you long after the last beat fades, though you might not be able to explain why.
Tracks like "Poussière" and "Définitif" showcase the band's knack for blending melancholy lyrics with driving rhythms, while "Trappe À Sourds" leans hard into industrial textures, almost daring you to keep up. But honestly? This isn’t an album you “keep up” with—it’s one you surrender to.
What makes Rythmiques Du Cancer so compelling is how uninterested it seems in fitting neatly into any box. Raw Love doesn’t care about genre boundaries or commercial appeal; they’re here to make noise, both literal and metaphorical. And Canada should be proud—it’s refreshing to see artists from the Great White North push boundaries like this.
In the end, listening to Rythmiques Du Cancer feels like flipping through a scrapbook filled with half-remembered dreams and feverish sketches. Some pages are messy, others beautiful, but all of them feel real. So, if you’re tired of music that plays it safe, give this album a spin. Just don’t blame me if it leaves you questioning everything you thought you knew about sound.
Oh, and fun fact: I still can’t figure out whether I love or hate "Musique Mauvaise." Maybe that’s the point.
