Briqueville is a band shrouded in mystery. On stage, they create an instrumental mantra of spooky guitars, modified field recordings, and eerie, sampled chants. These meditative buildups, based on the perseverant element of repetition, are contrasted with and ripped apart by sudden, unforeseeable outbursts of the purest and sheerest heaviness. Indeed, the music demands to be experienced live. Slow lingering compositions that require patience and submission, subsequently followed by a deep catharsis.
The black Nazgûl-robes and golden masks that all Briqueville members wear on stage give their presence the air of an occult ritual. Donning their masks for over a decade – even during rehearsals – the anonymity creates equality, and prevents a cult of personality. Members of Briqueville were active in various other bands from the local jazz, electro, and metal scene, when they met over ten years ago in a school building, with the ambition to improvise around one single note. When they got out of the building after that session, they ran into an old man who told them a story of a son murdering his father right at the entrance of that school, many years ago. He pulled out a newspaper article to legitimize his story, before he disappeared.
"That story stuck with us," the band explains. "We kept asking ourselves why someone would keep an article recounting a patricide in their wallets for seventy years. We couldn't help but conclude this man we'd met must have been the son. Maybe our imagination was just doing overtime, but the grandparents of one of our band members confirmed the murder had happened...however, we were unable to trace the old man."
This ludicrous story has ever since served as inspiration for the band's pounding sound which informs their mesmerizing second album, aptly titled II. Fans of Goat, Bong, Isis, Pelican, Mogwai, Sunn O))), Godspeed You! Black Emperor, Amenra, and Breach pay heed.