1000 days later, the white-jacket-black-glove- four piece space crew from France is back with a new album.
The third one. Is it supposed to be the tricky one?
Well, common sense says that the fruit should peak maximum ripeness after a certain time.
Just to make it clear, The Scaners still don’t give a flying fuck, as they always go off-roading.
The basics are as bright as a full moon night; frenetic sci-fi synth-punk hits on a swirling
garage rock’n roll after having passed the point of no return.
That said, we can smell that something changed recently…
Vital needs of a punk rock party collides with wavy post-punk atmospheres, martial disco beats
and some kind of fuzzy garage pop melancholia.
Their sonic spacecraft has been spiced by serious interferences and it makes this album special.
(Wanda/ 2024)
