Quintron, savior of New Orleans underground, may as well have pioneered a whole new genre: garage synth. The tracks featured on Sucre du Sauvage claim the same intensity of hard driving punk, sans the drums and guitars. They manage to shred (electronically) and make me want to headbang just the same. That kind of reaction is precisely what Quintron is best at evoking – they’re different in a genre that is different to begin with. Sucre du Sauvage is an electronic safari that I’m content to wander in for hours. The last few songs of the album are instrumental, and a weird odyssey of strange sounds that are oddly entrancing and somewhat jarring.
by Sonam Parikh
