The highly empathetic duo performance of Joane Hétu and Jean Derome focused instead on the word-sound and the instrument noisemaker continuum. Jean Derome, equipped with a small table full of noisemakers—from children’s toys through to small bells and whistles—blurred the distinction between a toy and an instrument. In a silent concert hall, is a Japanese fan rubbed against a microphone now a proper instrument? Indeed,these smail instruments were integrated into an overall sonic structune with all the hallmarks of a high-art musical work, complete with unison melody playing and clear beginnings, middles and ends. Jean’s flute and sax playing was rich and lyrical, with no hint that we were expected to take his sound creations in toto as toy-like, as incidental or children’s music Joane’s high overtones on the sax melded into her vocalizations, which themselves mouved between preconceived text and pure vocal improvisation, often bereft of even phonetic reference. Do these sounds take on meaning, Iike words, when found both alongside words and as parts of a structural whole redolent with meaning? Would one consider many of these sounds to be inviting of aesthetic evaluation if heard in a different context?

[…]Hétu on alto and vocals, Derome on alto, flute, bass flute and an array of sound-making devices, both singing and vocalizing, their songs (sung in French) were miniature portraits of domesticity and getting along, imparting a feeling of cooking dinner while the news plays in the next room. Intimate enough as to simply breathe into the microphone and through the saxophone. And jazz being the macho business that it is, you have to appreciate a guy who’ll go onstage and play patty-cake with his wife.[…]

Speaking of intimacy, Jean Derome (reeds, flutes, small instruments, voice) and Joane Hetu’s (reeds and voice) presentation of Nous perçons les oreilles was a touching musical portrait of family intimacy presented by two confident and mature performers who invested every ounce of wit and playfulness at their disposal. This was one of those performances that did not hit one over the head at the time but resonated long after.

Montréal stalwarts Joane Hétu (as, vcl) and Jean Derome (as, flt, perc, vcl) combined song forms, ragged improvisation, and playful theatrics for uneven results. Derome augmented his alto and flute with his usual bag of bells, birdcalls, toys, and even a megaphone for contrasting textures to Hétu’s unpolished alto and cracked, squeezed, and choked singing. There was always a sense of personal play to their set but, too often, it carne off as forced theatrics. The presentation of the Edmonton duo of Laura Kavanaugh (video, sampler, electronics) and lan Birse (electronics) was diametrically opposite to the raw theatricality of Derome and Hétu.

In terms of emotional depth and sheer exuberance, however, Canada’s almost unclassifiable duo Jean Derome and Joane Hétu’s appearance at Subiaco was a festival highlight. Whether expressing rage over political hypocrisy or celebrating the human spirit, the artists’ idiosyncratic melange of French vocals, saxophones and simple melodic instruments communicated a universality of wit and feeling that rendered any language barrier redundant.

Two saxophones shriek and two voices, haunting sirens, screech on this duet of dissonance pairing of pandemonium. Jean Derome and Joane Hétu are obviously improvising here in a tradition employed by Eugene Chadbourne, Derek Bailey, etc. Abrasive and subversive, these wicked wizards of wail put first a gateway, the lead two songs Nous perçons and Le poinçon. At this entrance they stand, a two-headed Cerebus barking fear into the fainthearted. Inside a rugged landscape of occasional firm footing gibes unexpectedly way to brass-barbed, jagged promontories. Instead of liner notes, the disc is decorated with telling child drawings of dynamic and jarring contrast. Simultaneously, Ambiances Magnétiques has released solo discs (of equal challenge) on each bizarre musician. 3/5