Fatalité

"...si je suis sur les planches c'est un peu ma revanche..."

Verifying the chronology of Trust’s two ’80 singles and where they stand against the known release date of Repression, the album they support, is a little sketchy, but I like to think they’re released with logic on their side i.e. prior to the full-length's unveiling. This tidbit means little at the moment, so wait for it.

‘Fatalite” could be mildly eclectic mid/late ‘70s Lucifer’s Friend thanks in part to its annoying and ultimately unnecessary, nearly single key piano intrusion which manages to stifle what is actually a pretty nifty go-getter with its turn-yer-clocks-back-to-Little Richard innuendo many were desperately looking to escape. Bimbo Acok’s saxophone solo is easier to handle however, for it merely replaces an obligatory guitar solo, though still rings that Lucifer’s Friend bell. Who knows, maybe Trust gave Good Time Warrior mad spins before writing their own stuff. Smartly, no credit is given to the pianist.

“Passe” has that moderate and traditional AC/DC vibe found on any of the band’s pre-‘80s slabs, especially Highway to Hell, and with some cool guitar licks and a swift kick to time and a half picks up a little extra dimension toward the end. No big surprise really (now of course, not so much in ’80) considering their affection for the Aussie band, notably Bon Scott, whom was reportedly slated to translate the lyrics of Trust’s forthcoming lp for a better shot at English-speaking markets.

And since some chronology is absent here, it’s quite possible Scott, one of my personal fave mouthpieces, was still kickin’ when this single dried, however he’d be gone by the lp’s release time.

- Ultimately Inconsequential, Though Still Kinda Interesting Moments in Time: when whatever Trust member(s), after whatever planning went into the idea, asked Scott to translate a full-length’s boat of lyrics from French to English ‘cos, y’know, he’s got nuthin’ better to do or, more likely, when he offered this service after possibly hearing their woe begotten concerns about it, which for some reason I can picture Scott doing. I also wonder how plastered they were when they chiseled this all out. The facts are out there, no doubt, but I just haven’t looked.