Stéphane Laporte is Domotic. Now, after four years in the making, we wander through the bushy corridors of “Ask For Tigers” like one wanders in a vintage old video game, through the empty spaces of museums, along the burning borders of a swimming-pool on a hot summer day, through the revisitation of songs that were written such a long, long time ago. We come across a rural superhero, a pair of choppers, an anti-New Year’s Day organisation, a satanist racoon. We rumble in krautrock and noise territory, then stumble over random electronic textures, over existential futile questionings, over a cover of an old Donovan song. It is definitely a songwriter’s record, also. It is full of stupid melodies to get all emotional. Full of guitars to knock your head off. Full of noise for exultation. It is also definitely a researcher’s record, tinted with an urge to create new forms, new means, to fulfill envies, methods of work. There are, eventually, stori...