Something that settles in and immerses you at the same time. A comfort that surprises. A vertiginous, vertical contemplation, where the pitfalls of free mourning are acknowledged and celebrated. A Mon Doux Saigneur concert is many things, vast things, especially those that make you breathe easier at the end. Free-spirited songs with electric grooves and lyrics as raw as they are sensitive and fertile, combining uninhibited groove rock, lo-fi folk, blues with Malian overtones and undulating country. Unfurled, the band of Emerik St-Cyr Labbé, David Marchand, Cedric Martel, Eliott Durocher and Mandela Coupal becomes a vehicle of furrowed words and impromptu grooves, with an intuitive, woven musical dialect. Unique, contingent events, where words evolve and moods prevail - and, this time, it could be a suave ambience of distant, subdued, all-encompassing solar mysteries (or not - it depends on the contingency). Either way, the moment will be ornate.