Lucid music. Vivacity, wit, intensity, foldings and unfoldings of the pointillist material, embracing the thing itself and its contradiction- sensuality, drollery, dances, abysses like sudden draughts of air. Movement and standstill… Music that slaps, pinches, bites, muffles, growls. Here Pesson reinvigorates what might already be his own classicism (Carmagnole); draws a pencil moustache on Mozart, who is more than willing to wear it (Transformations du Menuet K. 355); hounds his language so far into the corner that it seems different, and probably becomes so, in the intransigent light of Opalka (Blanc merite); a language that ramifies and scintillates in Proust (Ne pas oublier coz rouge dans jour craquele); grows geometric in Perec (Neige bagatelle); and denudes itself in ‘enfantines’ (Musica ficta). The Ensemble Cairn, a faithful partner of the label, under its director Guillaume Bourgogne, leads us into territories that could hardly be droller.