As charming and elusive as the name is, BEOUR seems to title itself as
a band with an immediate and desperate plea for help. Fitting,
considering their music is at best a prostitution of instruments,
cheap and hideously shrouded in a veil of distortion and animalistic
impulses. Not the kind of music you'd pay for while looking for
debauched pleasure, no matter how viciously self-inflicted, and
certainly not brought home to mother. It is apparent that this crude
bunch has only semi-talent to sustain itself, something they are
entirely aware of. Enter Contrivance and carefully conceived
Deception. Realizing their innate lack of skills, they take songs and
un-compose them, with an abundance of infantile percussion, gimcrack
instruments, and a lack of direction that leaves you alone, bare, and
desolate, and suffice to say, without the tranquility you might hope
for in such a situation. I'd recommend this band for those with an
equal affinity for tastelessly "Artistic" music, who announce their
avant-garde lifestyles by playing music out the windows of their
college dorms. BEOUR are what crayons are to the art-world, childish,
unrefined, and a textured mess. Not only will their music die in time,
it may not ever emerge from its oral-fixation stage. Grow up kids, and
at least discover whether you can cut it in the workplace.
--Pitchfork Media - June 2008
hey guys, please when you do tour, come to montreal!
youre band name is adorable, at least i think. i can't help but pronouce it in french as if it spelt like "beurre". ahahaha, sadly it means butter. i'm lame.
