A few years back, joyliner wrote and recorded a song called 'The trail of a bouncing meteorite', an odd title taken from the front page of the science magazine Nature. A little pompous maybe, had anybody noticed. The song, a love-gone-sour ditty, had four different parts, like the marks left by the bouncing meteorite. Bah. Inconsequential stuff, but not a bad metaphor for what Joyliner's rock music is. Or maybe, instead of a bouncing meteorite that generates different types of rocks (ah, ah) as it crumbles over a planet's structure and slowly stops, maybe Joyliner is like a frog (they're French after all) jumping from on water lily to the next, power pop here, alt-rock there, punk-meets-pop, then ... prog? All on a stream of guitars, bass and drums. No. Their (always short) records are like an five-course meal. You don't jump to the dessert, don't stop at the appetizer or fish. Go through all their variations and if you ever liked rock music, you'll like the whole Joyliner thing.