Prick up the ear. Watch the death of a wind up harddrive, and hear the intimate confessions of a mask, talking in private with itself, with its multitrack recorder, its guitare, its slender voice, its abstract English. I Insist says a lot of things at the same time, first and former that Damien is still around, that he is still scramming the tracks, fast, straight ahead, that he is yet adding another coat of varnish on the gleaming eclosion of Sada Soul.
Anyway, this second opus within territories somewhat more stripped and song-friendly, after Sada Soul, seems to make the balance turn a bit more on the good side. If you manage to figure out which one it actually is. I Insist insists and looks like a collection of songs; but I Insist also hesitates and mixes up a bit of everything, beautiful drones, miniatures, real demos that are prettier than their definitive succedaneums. I Insist is the antithesis of its predecessor, and thus steps up towards, before the actual conclusion, this beautiful realness which the current first rate maker’s music that uselessly fills up sonic time with producer’s gadgets lacks up so much.