Laure Boer & Franz Wrakhowitch did again. They left our lands, for being Édition d’Art, their free-floating project with no logic. This time harvesting industrialised drones, tones, n zones, where rhythm, melody, and the idea of musical form gets challenged. Some say, they say, that the album's concept was to create cut-ups from tea bag sayings, just to poke some fun at the effective and comforting healing of the soul. If “Déploiement de l’immuable” can heal, is yet to be decided. It can steal. Your dreams. Changing them for fresh ones. They are gentle; they are harsh. Some chanting, some tribal movements, vocal witchcraft, feedback murmurs. It moves, stands still, no harmonizer on the bill. The cast is always changing. Something is biting in there. Piercing. A cry. Not for help. Rather for fab. For a piece of the cake, that never got baked. Tape Loops, white noise troops. A humming voice brings folk into the scope of stylistic vacillation. If cold wave was brick, here it comes thick. Concrete poetry without letters. A tarot for fools. Manic, never in panic. You can’t quit memory. It quits you. Internal émigré. You must pull a trick to not fall. Édition d’Art are locked in history, that still needs to be written. No entry for latecomers.