The soundtrack to Treasure of the Bitch Islands has memorable songs like Pièces du sommeil, Descente sur la Cisteria, Désastre des escorte , Passe des destitués, Le chant des hyènes or the original Soleil trahi. They accelerate the psychological journey of characters lost in hallucinations full of intrigue. Against contemporary consumerismare posedthe expressive wealth, pugnacious energy and experimental sincerity of Ossang’s island inhabitants. Against a backdrop of ash and ancient lava, they flee for the darkness in their jeeps, and perpetuate the art of drug use: a legacy from centuries of black romanticism. This is their real treasure, gathered by poets addicted to their craft. Their arsenal is not so much Kalashnikovs, but ‘le prince cutter’ (as F.J. will later sing in Claude Pélieu was here). That is to say, the strength to cut beyond the dotted lines, the instinct to avoid all deterrents to abandonment in intoxication.
