One record at a time: 532. Jean Michel Jarre - Deserted Palace

Back in 1989, I bought Jean-Louis Remilleux’s biography of Jean-Michel Jarre. Before the internet turned every obscure fact into a three-second search, books like this were a goldmine for music-obsessed teenagers like me. While reading it, I spotted a partial discography on page 31 that listed two albums I had never heard of. Until then, I had assumed Jarre’s career began with “Oxygène”, so it was a genuine revelation to discover that his debut was actually “Deserted Palace” from 1972. 

The record was long out of print and certainly not lurking hopefully in the CD racks of my local HMV, so it quickly took on near-mythical status. I resigned myself to never owning a copy, and probably never hearing the music at all. Over the years, the occasional LP would surface in mail-order catalogues, but the asking price seemed less like retail and more like a ransom note printed in Record Collector magazine. As a teenager, I could barely afford the French maestro’s latest CD, never mind a rare collector’s item changing hands for hundreds of pounds. 

I did finally get to hear the music when I bought a bootleg CD called “Rarities” in the early nineties. When I first played it, I have to admit I was a little underwhelmed. I had not expected the album to be as polished as “Oxygène” or “Équinoxe”, but I was not quite prepared for how raw, slight and frankly odd it sounded. It was less the grand opening chapter of a glittering electronic career and more the sound of someone finding the keys to the synth cupboard and deciding to have a busy afternoon.

At this stage of his career, Jarre was still a jobbing songwriter and producer rather than the spectacular recording artist who would later fill docklands, skylines and UNESCO-approved landmarks with lasers. “Deserted Palace” was not designed as a conventional pop album. It was a library record, intended to provide short electronic pieces for use in television and media productions. Electronic music was still in its infancy in 1972, so perhaps the hope was that these strange new sounds would appeal to producers and creative types looking for something futuristic, unusual or just sufficiently inexpensive.

The album covers a surprising range of styles, including rap, baroque pastiche, rock gestures and more abstract experimental pieces, although everything is realised through the rather unforgiving combination of a VCS3 synthesiser and a Farfisa organ. As a result, the sound palette is limited, to put it kindly. Some tracks hint at melodies and ideas that would later become far more convincing in Jarre’s hands, but others sound like they were assembled while the equipment was still reading the instruction manual.

This new 2025 pressing is nicely presented, and the back cover describes it as “Volume 1”, which is optimistic in a way I almost admire. Whether “Volume 2” ever emerges remains to be seen, but I am not clearing shelf space just yet. As a historical curiosity, “Deserted Palace” is interesting, and for Jarre completists it fills an important gap. As an album to actually sit and enjoy, however, it is rather hard work. The palace may be deserted, but on this evidence, it may also have had a few problems with the heating. 1/5