After some incidental releases following his "Sous Les Etoiles", the skilled francophone "hispanoswiss" composer Kiko C.Esseiva signs his third album, which confirms his talent in putting a cinematic narrative cloth on thorough electroacoustic unconventional pieces. Even if a certain bond with some "canons" of Schaeffer's musique concrete could lead some self-important listeners and reviewers to confute the groundbreaking extent of his sonic conduct, it's impossible to consider "Droles d'Oiseaux" as a properly mannered oeuvre. To be honest, such an aesthetic dispute is not so relevant as the above-mentioned cinematic hook is the most prominent aspect of this composer's style, who manages to fuel suspense and unexpected and somewhat ironic twists to his sonic amalgams of vocal experiments, subtle drones, field recordings, horror movies atmospheres and acoustic fragments whereas he inserts some human actor who get inside their part in the sonic scenes. The one played by Priscille Reymond-Finger on the long-lasting suite "Safe'n'Sound" is particularly absorbing: she rapidly changes from a suffocated trepidation to a terror-stricken peep and an heavy snoring coming after the crush of a thunder which suddenly shatters the nightmare, which sounds crowded with frightening metallic noises and cramped dump infested with rats, so that it seems the track is a description of a turbulent sleep, concluding with a restoring bath! The presence of sonic twists brands all tracks: in the initial "Epigraphe Et Ouverture" a field recording which evokes an idyllic excursion in the wood with many chirping birds suddenly closes with the appearance of a chainsaw, which could explain the references to epigraphs ("Droles d'Oiseaux" could be roughly translated as "crazy bird", so that you could imagine the cutting of a tree could mark the tragic collapse of its nest...), but the funniest and most meaningful contemporaneously is the last suite "Je Vole", whereas the happy-go-lucky flight described by the daydreaming spins of Alexandre Esseiva got broken by a disastrous fall, so that it seems the suffumigation of a Pindaric flight caused by the frustration of daily life.