If you can get past track 2 (Salade du chef), which sounds like a long-lost, white French-speaking Fat Boys track (complete with corny mouth rythms), La vie qui bat. Chevreuil is actually pretty cool. Generally the quality of any given track on this disc can be plotted inversely to the level to which it posesses vocals, but fortunately only a fraction of the album is vocal-ridden. The majority of tracks are smart, well-executed instrumental improvisations made from Lussier’s guitar and Tanguay’s drum set. If you liked Lussier’s excellent soundtrack to the film Chronique d’un génocide annoncé you’ll probably be able to indulge the occasional musical fumble on La vie qui bat. Chevreuil.