Northern Range

Its firstly the portrait of an area Frances north coast between Dunkirk and Calais where Olivier Derousseau lives and works ransacked landscapes port installations plumes of smoke from the chimneys of petrochemical facilities blown by the wind Its also a musical suite in five parts a kind of minimalist blues lovingly composed in memory of time and people that have disappeared the constant bass of juggernauts on the motorway the percussion of the wind in the microphones all the worlds sounds blending into a repetitive guitar thread And its a melancholy meditation on the stuff of days the flesh of the future on irretrievable erasure and the traces waiting and hoping to be saved