Bertrand Burgalat - The Sssound of Mmmusic (2000)

Is that a full sentence? The groove here is RIGHT groovy. In a very continental way.

Laid back Backstory: I bought this album once, brand new, back in two thousand, based on a well-written review (thank you mojo!) and my own inclinations at the time for slick French pop. I was thoroughly satisified and loved the record heartily for four years.

But then me and my ever-favorite-ex (the Wallonian) Izzy broke up and she chose to keep this keepsake for herself (on that note, eM says that her ever-favorite-ex W. has a superrare Ella she expects she’ll never see the likes of again – and these, my friends, are truly the nasty hidden costs of breakups, si?).

So last week, after an equally long period of mourning, I elected to find it again (thank you internets!) and see anew if all the missing was worth the lost kissing. Or if all the without was pour naught. The jury’s in and the answer is: without a doubt. Mucho clout!

Indeed, you see. My friend Bertrand has worked with one too many hipsters to name, and that’s not our game so we’ll leave them be. But here, out on his own debut outing, man (homme), does this guy have far too many fun ideas to keep in the can, let alone his pants. Arrangements anyone? Yes yes yes (oui oui oui), sure he’s stealing from everyone (esp Serge -- which is like so pot/kettle/black that you best just get back already), and he’s doing it right there in full view of anyone who cares to hear. Voyeurism was never this much fun.

So lie back and think of England.

Or better yet, pretend yr on the beach at a Corsican rave.

Let the waves roll over you...

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