For the first twenty minutes of the album, Laporte unleashes the monster he dreamt about, a golem made out of rusty bike chains and broken glass, providing some tracks for nightmarish dance floors with the dirty electro tunes. Dispositions and Sound 23 and the degenerate footworkish track, Ossature. You have to wait for the last two tracks of the record to finally find some semblance of serenity: Vitre, a synthetic ballad, and Tunnel, Stéphane Laporte’s stirring hymn for a generation of desperate ex-ravers.