What's New: Doctor Livingstone
Doctor Livingstone’s Final Prescription: A Vinyl Resurgence from the Abyss
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Ever wondered what happens when black metal, hardcore, and crust collide in a sonic asylum? Meet Doctor Livingstone—France’s mad scientists of noise—who’ve exhumed their chaotic swan song, Notes Du Paradis / Whoop Whoop Whee Whee, for its first-ever vinyl pressing. Seventeen years after its initial eruption, this cult classic is back, nastier than ever. Hell yes, it’s streaming now, but trust me, you’ll want that wax.
Recorded live in one sweaty, beer-soaked session at In The Box studio, the album’s 12 tracks—each a double-barreled kick to the teeth—are exactly what you’d expect from a band named after an explorer who probably lost his mind in the jungle. Imagine Catharsis jamming with a Dadaist poetry club while someone screams Cioran quotes through a busted amp. Bruno Varea’s fresh remaster cranks the madness to 11 (Spinal Tap nods approvingly), while Maxime Taccardi’s artwork? Let’s just say it’s the visual equivalent of a mosh pit in a haunted gallery.
“A schizophrenic doctor, sicker than his patients,” they called it. And honestly, who are we to argue? This beast doesn’t just defy genres—it gut-punches them. Raw? Oh, mon ami, this is the musical equivalent of a rusty scalpel. Unpredictable? Try following a cockroach on espresso.
The underground still whispers about their dark humor and unflinching intensity. But here’s the kicker: Notes Du Paradis isn’t nostalgia—it’s a wake-up call. A middle finger to polish, a love letter to chaos. If you ever moshed to Catharsis or found solace in Converge’s chaos, this record’s your new therapist.
Some albums age like wine. This one? It’s more like a Molotov cocktail—still flammable, still biting. Doctor Livingstone may have flatlined years ago, but their final rant pulses with a urgency that’ll make your speakers sweat. Crank it loud, and pray your neighbors have good insurance.
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