Vincent Bergeron, a.k.a. 'Berger Rond', is one odd fella, and that's precisely what makes his classical/progressive/mash-up/operatic work so nervously entrancing. In some ways, you could say he's a flip-side John Zorn in that Vince doesn't just bypass boundaries, he stomps them down, breaks 'em into bits, then picks the ensharded chaos back up, and throws it into his work. There's most definitely compositional technique here, and plenty of it, even if only because nothing this sophisticated and lunatic could happen by chance, but the mélange is almost alien to any tradition save the marvelously demented output from the old Nonesuch label's electronic glory days paired up with the more adventurous latterday neoclassical oeuvre. Berger Rond's is music to scrape at the fraying edges of consciousness while intriguing the imagination, an Usher-ine landscape only Poe could write but few could ever set so vividly into measures, stanzas, and staves: Art Zoyd, Magma after way too much ketamine, Berger Rond himself, and a handful of others.
His approach is as much cut and paste as "normal" playing. It's just that the instrumentalities were never meant for straight exposition, only as raw material. At first you think "Hey, this guy's lifting others' stuff and re-arranging it!" but quickly realize that's not the case at all. The sounds are too loopy, skewed, and unorthodox, liberally peppered with sonic bric-a-brac and left field intrusions. I haven't a clue how the guy really does it, but the process must be complicated as hell. One should gravely doubt that the noted cuts ever truly needed titling, as everything B.R. puts out is much more like a gigantic, ongoing, never-ending, single song without beginning and end, a self-writing chaotic cavalcade constantly sub-dividing into movements and chapters by unnatural mitosis. I have a number of reviews of his past work in this forum (here, here, here, and more beyond those), and I suggest you repair to them for further insight, but if, like me, you look around lately, see the world falling apart, and want to either scream or load the carbine up and start hunting politicians, then you need to listen to this music. It won't make you feel one bit better, but it's VERY gratifying to know someone other than yourself has his eyes open and is unafraid to indite and indict everything with an unerring hand.
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