Two masked creatures from Saguenay, Quebec, who communicate only in guttural alien grunts, have managed to become the most talked-about band on the planet - and the funniest part is that nobody can explain exactly why. Maybe because Angine De Poitrine - Khn de Poitrine on a custom-built double-neck microtonal guitar/bass with loop pedals, Klek de Poitrine on drums and percussion - are simply too good to ignore. Behind the papier-mâché masks, the polka-dot costumes and the pyramid hand signs lies a level of musicianship and compositional intelligence that is nothing short of staggering.

Vol. 1, originally self-released in a tiny pressing in June 2024, is six tracks of layered, hypnotic microtonal math rock that owes as much to techno's additive/subtractive logic as it does to the polyrhythmic fury of prog and the dissonance of quarter-tone tuning. Khn builds intricate webs of looped melodic cells in real time - switching between guitar and bass necks, operating pedals with his feet - while Klek's dry, precise drumming guides the listener through the labyrinth with calculated doses of pattern and silence. Tracks like Sherpa and L'Aberek spiral through chromatic phrases that feel simultaneously alien and deeply groovy, a kind of mantra-rock that rewards both the body and the brain.

Self-described as an "orchestre rock microtonal dada-pythago-cubiste", Angine De Poitrine channel the spirit of radical absurdism into something visceral and immediate. The band's name translates as angina pectoris - and that tightness in the chest is exactly what this record delivers. Five pressings gone in months, a viral KEXP session, sold-out tours across two continents: for once, the hype arrived after the music, not before it.