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Its French title loosely translates to "terrible noises." And that is ostensibly what the song offers through its scraping guitar and trundling bassline. "It doesn't make me feel better." Those are the first words you hear after the nails on chalkboard guitar sets into motion what is surely the least of the Quilting Bee's songs. But the least shall be first at Derailed. Let's tarnish the legacy-in-progress of the Quilting Bee before polishing it. This unloved, ragged composition comes from a recorded practice. The concept came from a one off improvisation. The lyrics are essentially non-composed; they're blurted idiocies that speak wisdom simply because they have none. Sort of like the Stooges Big-O mind concept.
The song was clearly inspired partly by Sonic Youth's "Youth Against Fascism." A wonderfully scathing early 90s political jam. In that song's offhand approach, Thurston Moore is able to say so much with attitude alone. The political rhetoric is boiled down to ad hominem and vitriol. It's so glib, it's flip. It's so flip, it's nearly Flipper. And that's what's needed to complete the puzzle. The Quilters' "Bruites Terribles" is "Youth Against Facism" rewritten as Flipper's "Brain Wash" in that it ends up saying almost nothing. It's an attempt to relieve the band from the burdens of being artistic and its listener from the burdens of complex thought. -- Lester Fangs, Crust Magazine 2012
