The life and work of Jean Vauvais

by I'll Eat Your Face

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A man with a haggard face wearing a dishevelled Ace of Base t-shirt is at the beach on a dull, cold day. He walks alone, smokes fags and skims the occasional stone. He walks out into the water with his pants rolled up.

He then quickly downs the bottle of red wine he is carrying in a series of impressively vigorous gulps. The wine is called 'Excelsior' and the label carries a picture of a camel whilst the word 'fruity' is spelled incorrectly. It also says "double imported" on the crest, which depicts an eagle.The man becomes instantly totalized by the sudden alcohol intake and collapses into a babbling heap in the shallow water.

His mind transports him to the inside of a brass diving suit, as his body and soul morph into the celebrated and fictional Jean Vauvais: French deep-sea expeditionizer and discoverer of the Whalecrab, Lurching Eel Shark and the fearsome Angling Seahorse. The familiar scenario plays out in the usual way, with Jean descending deep into the ocean as he commands the diving suit with confidant ease.

Further and further. Darker and darker.

The explorer stares wide-eyed from the suit's circular window hole. Hoping to capture footage of the revolting multi-legged eyeball creatures from a previous visit, he steels himself from inside his anti-pressure overwear. Descending constantly, Vauvais reaches and probes the lightless surroundings with his pincer limb attachments. He floats down rudderless, coasting in a timeless & formless black soup. Infinity from every direction, alone in a land of blind, thrilling underwater terror. As he drops lower and lower he begins to faintly see the twinkling of darting eyes as his heart starts to race. Can it be? He needs to get closer.

Meanwhile, back on the beach the drunk man-husk is still out cold. The tide is going out and a heavy fog is gathering. A few feet away some track-suited teenagers are laughing and drinking cans of cheap Polish lager, occasionally throwing the empties in his direction. The man has pissed himself and there is sand and seagull shit in his hair.

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credits

released 23 October 2013

Guitar - The Boy
Drums - Barrytron
Recorded at The Hive, Wicklow - Summer 2013 by Eoin Whitfield
Art by Barrytron
Concept etc by IEYF

Thanks to everyone, for everything. 2006-2013 IEYF

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