When I first saw the video of Angine de Poitrine playing live on KEXP, I honestly found the whole thing inexplicably unnerving. I don’t know if it was the costumes, the alien gibberish in the middle of “Fabienk”, of the fact that the music itself felt like I was having an anxiety attack that put me off at first, but after watching it 40 times since I can easily say they’re the most exciting and original band I’ve had the pleasure of listening to in quite a long time.
As much as I’d like to spread their gospel to everyone I know, I cannot for the fucking life of me pronounce their name out loud, and I feel like an idiot.
Okay, I can do this. Angie de Pottery. Fuck!
I’m normally not into this kind of angular, math rock bullshit, but their new album “Vol. II” is like a drug, and I must be the pusher. I mean that fucking drummer! Now I just have to say it out loud without tripping over my own tongue. I mean, most of this is their fault for being from Quebec, right? High school French class should have prepared us for this.
Hold on, wait. Agnus de, uh, Potty. Nope, terrible.
Yes, I looked at their Wikipedia page on how to pronounce it, and no, I don’t have apraxia of speech, I think. This just isn’t making any sense. Why couldn’t they just be called Blibby and Blobby? They kind of look like that.
Angina de Pouperri. This is impossible.
It’s just that one time I was on a date with this super hot cultured woman, and she got up and left halfway through because I said Sufjan Steven’s name incorrectly. If I butcher the pronunciation of one more artist, I’m pretty sure my friends will stop talking to me.
You know what, I’m just going to play dumb and get someone else to say their name first every single time. I’ll be like “hey, you know that ubiquitous, surrealist costumed French art rock band dominating music discourse” and hope like hell they’re more competent than I am at making words, because I just bought tickets to see them and I’m sweating bullets about anyone asking me about what shows I’m going to this summer.
Whew, one more time. ANGINE DE POUTINE! Eh, close enough.
