Rock

Geoffroy Laporte, once again alone against the world, plays solo perched atop a drum machine spitting out pre–Gulf War patterns. He switches between bass and guitar to build harsh, saturated loops over which he softly hollers. And that’s where things get tricky: every clan wants to claim him as one of their own—grunge, punk, cold wave, rock, metal. Maybe it’s time to grant him the stylistic peace of the brave and appreciate that Jessica93 has turned his very personal recipe for bouillon de seum into comfort music. For anyone who has seen him live, it’s unsettling to think that he gets up the next morning and drives 300 kilometers just to do it all over again after a quick nap, while it takes us a week to recover from half the same night.