The impious Monk of Montaudon must have been either a naughty old joker or a gleeful young misanthrope. He pokes fun at everyone and everything, composing litanies of his irritations, and sparing neither the reputation of his colleagues nor his own. If you relish an early music disc of some originality and piquancy, this is it, with witty troubadour poetry composed and sung in that wonderful tongue of southern France, Occitan. Contrafacta and instrumental interludes complete the picture. '