Another new live recording from NY "snuff jazz" trio Borbetomagus, still one of the most punishing and extreme improvisational / free-jazz units on the planet. This nuclear-strength performance from the trio of saxophonists Don Dietrich and Jim Sauter and guitarist Donald Miller was captured in 2009 when the band was performing at the final show of their European tour at Instants Chavirs in Montreuil, France, presented here as a single unbroken forty-six minute track.

Trente Belles Annees starts cracking skulls right out of the gate as the trio launch into a screeching tangled mess of over-modulated sax shriek and mangled guitar skronk. By minute three of the set, the band has sprayblasted your face off with some of the most distorted, skin-shredding blowing I've ever heard from a live Borbeto recording, while Miller continues to lay down a slippery abattoir-slop backdrop of mutated slide guitar and blown-the-fuck-out rock leads. These guys have never released a softball set in all of their thirty-plus years of playing, but man, this really is one of the most corrosive performances I've ever heard from Bormetomagus. They never, ever let up during this set, going from passages of wrecked noise that sounds like ancient mainframe computers being brutally fucked, to utterly deformed riffs crawling through non-stop volleys of manic sax trills, a seemingly infinite din of screeching reeds that start to sound like a thousand tape decks all malfunctioning at once, blurts of caveman Texas blues-twang that have been beaten into frightening, brain-damaged monstrosities, and waves of hypnotic feedback-drone that stretch out into infinity. After awhile, it's easy to forget that we're even listening to two saxophones and a guitar as their swirling maelstrom of sound becomes something truly alien, but even at this level of free-form chaos you can hear them communicating via their strange, intuitive language system. And even through all of this chaos, the horns still manage to work in some haunting jazzy lines into the performance, especially at the end, where traces of mournful melody and lonesome wheeze start to surface among the wreckage.

Still on par with the most destructive, violent noise set you'd get from a band like Incapacitants or Hijokaidan, the latter of which being the only other band on the planet that even comes close to the same level of improvisational carnage as these guys. Released on the band's own Agaric label, the disc comes with a booklet featuring liner notes on the Borbeto experience written by Dan Warburton from Paris Transatlantic.