You know you will find yourself in reviewer's hell when the press release describes Scorpion Violente as "is gay beast from France obsessed with analogue trash electronics and bad sexual habits". I mean, how do you follow that?
Shall I therefore call this album a crumbling sleazathon? A deranged journey into the strobe lights of decadence perhaps? Both statements would be equally true. Of the songs, the title track exudes far too much menace for the dance floor unless it is murder that is really on your mind while the unrelenting ferocity of "Viol and Revanche" takes that song from a John Carpenter film soundtrack to sub Kraftwerk iciness in all of four minutes and twenty four seconds.
For sheer weirdness however, it is hard to beat the demented hero worship of "Christopher Walken". I'm sure Mr Walken would find solace in obtaining a restraining order immediately.
Like I said at the start, you can't beat the press release for the best description of what to expect from this twisted album.