I Tend The Light: A Listen to Tévennec by Molécule

Harmonising the natural with the supernatural. Voltaic phonographer and radical techno composer Molécule desires to hear not only the native tongue of the ocean but the language of things that we cannot see, yet, we feel an all-encompassing presence from these unexplained phenomena. On February 18th, 2022, via Digger Records, the Parisian producer presents his fourth release, and most out-there to date, LP Tévennec.

The fortune of icy travel shone upon artiste adventurer Romain De La Haye with electrical musical assignments achieved between the border of Iceland and Scotland for 60°43' Nord, in Greenland producing -22.7°C and Portugal to record Nazare. Fueling his imagination further is the cragged, other-worldly, and, folklore reports, possessed Lighthouse of Tévennec, where a helicoptered landing last Spring signified a stay of drastic proportions on the desolate land.

Free from human inhabitants since 1910, the island on the west tip of Brittany bears tales of keepers spiralling into the depths of insanity- mirroring Robert Egger's 2019 The Lighthouse- a disastrous shipwreck and unsolved deaths. Molécule- a guest- arrived with his trusted case of equipment: A modular synthesiser, a Theremin and FX pedals. Devices that monitor vibrations, magnetic modulations, temperature changes and drops in atmospheric pressure coincided with large volumes and assortments of microphones.

Nearly 150 years ago, in 1875, the lighthouse was built; this names the opening track. A jubilant celebration and ceremony mingle amongst windy gusts blowing a melody of peculiarity within an earworm of a bonafide tune. It bears the inkling of being bizarre- the child-like creepy lullaby ending, for example- but everything is ship-shape, so to speak, for now; this does not last. Finistère gives sparse notes, and the rippling chimed echo of a sound bath and the twinkling Lumières auditorily create the sensation of sand slipping through fingers.

A ghostly being pleads to converse in Fantômes, transmitted through a persistent drone with spikes of dynamic distress; a contrast to the peaceful ripples of the ocean that swayed in the tracks before. Replies return from machine as we're sucked deeper into a disturbing abyss. However, once a connection is established, the balance is not frightening. Raz de Sein holds a sense of floatiness and acceptance; inside noises greet out.

The crash and crescendo of the waves, which is so marvellously familiar to Mol, returns in Roche as it traverses between ears in his hallmarked Techofied eeriness. Dancing in melody, the flames of Le Feu present a life-affirming awakening to accept different realms, where rotating light slices through dense fog in steady and sure solace found in Brume, guiding anything or anyone who should need it. Or it could be luring to some unknown destiny of doom.

Drawn like a moth to a Flamme, the concluding track of the record is a beautiful tune, succumbing and bowing to fate in this intoxicating piece, a lulling tune, a high-pitched goodbye is drowned out by the storm. Stunning. He is an artist of sound, an artist that provides get-aways. Only headphones need to be scrawled on the packing list. Molécule awards eloquence to all he generates; Tévenne is no different.