With Catching Bad Temper, the Swiss grips their music courageously with both hands, like a feverish organism whose heartbeat they accompany and orchestrate. In the full possession of his powers, but open to daring ventures, Puts Marie's new album is a highly contagious body to which you can trustingly nestle. They are stories of mariachi bands who sell their music and soul in Mexico late at night: Human jukeboxes for generations, over on the Plaza Garibaldi, where the drug traffickers play themselves as the new Zorros. A race of waiters in the alleys of the old town of Biel, relics of a time when "the Gar?ons still had style". They are tufts of short grass eating through the asphalt in Barcelona, and deep blue jump towers, Olympic relics, seemingly crushed under the Catalan sun. Singer Max Usata chooses his themes like Polaroids, which he picks from his memory. "In 1992 I was ten. On vacation in Italy, I watched a table tennis match on television. Sometimes this is enough to write a song a quarter of a century later.
