Je m'appelle Serge Gainsbourg avec synthesizers
At least, that's what I imagine Le Grand Magistery's Toog would say if I began a conversation with him, preferably via a translator, over croissants.
I picked up this record a week or two ago because it was $0.95 (tho fucking 3.95 with shipping) and because somebody called it something along the lines of "great French electronic music". Between Gooom Disques and Stereo Total, it would seem that something about France just lends itself well to preciousness and electronics. Maybe it's all the vacation time.
6633 (the record in question, BTW) is certainly recommended for fans of the aforementioned Gainsbourg - persons amongst whom I wish I could count myself, but aside from "Je T'aime...Moi Non Plus" with Jane Birkin I really couldn't care less - and possibly Of Montreal and Matmos, in that it's electronic and a bit cutesy from time to time. The vocals are totally Gainsbourg, though I have no idea what he's saying (nor Gainsbourg). It's something about the tone of the vocals.
So, I bring you my favorite track on the record so far, which it displeases me to announce is the first one. I have always had a problem with records wherein the first track shows itself to be unequivocably the best, which is very much the reason that you've heard nothing here about a record I'd been looking forward to listening to for a while, A.R. Kane's 1989 record i. "A Love From Outer Space" is a million machines making beautiful pop music after coasting to Jupiter for 50 years and getting bored and then the rest of the record was made by Dave. You were right not to do it, Hal. Human, all too human. Just average.
I digress. The first track on here is a lovely little odd pop song that lasts for just shy of two minutes, and while other songs cop its off-kilter lexicon, they just don't quite have it (although I had high hopes, too, for the last track, called "L'Amour Dentaire" - "Dental Love"). It's just a touch creepy, and the translation in the insert indicates that the lyrics are about a boyfriend creeping around his girl's house, accidentally going into her parents' bedroom, and then crawling into a hole in the garden to hide, naked. Not bad.
Toog - Le Jugement
Get it here.
I picked up this record a week or two ago because it was $0.95 (tho fucking 3.95 with shipping) and because somebody called it something along the lines of "great French electronic music". Between Gooom Disques and Stereo Total, it would seem that something about France just lends itself well to preciousness and electronics. Maybe it's all the vacation time.
6633 (the record in question, BTW) is certainly recommended for fans of the aforementioned Gainsbourg - persons amongst whom I wish I could count myself, but aside from "Je T'aime...Moi Non Plus" with Jane Birkin I really couldn't care less - and possibly Of Montreal and Matmos, in that it's electronic and a bit cutesy from time to time. The vocals are totally Gainsbourg, though I have no idea what he's saying (nor Gainsbourg). It's something about the tone of the vocals.
So, I bring you my favorite track on the record so far, which it displeases me to announce is the first one. I have always had a problem with records wherein the first track shows itself to be unequivocably the best, which is very much the reason that you've heard nothing here about a record I'd been looking forward to listening to for a while, A.R. Kane's 1989 record i. "A Love From Outer Space" is a million machines making beautiful pop music after coasting to Jupiter for 50 years and getting bored and then the rest of the record was made by Dave. You were right not to do it, Hal. Human, all too human. Just average.
I digress. The first track on here is a lovely little odd pop song that lasts for just shy of two minutes, and while other songs cop its off-kilter lexicon, they just don't quite have it (although I had high hopes, too, for the last track, called "L'Amour Dentaire" - "Dental Love"). It's just a touch creepy, and the translation in the insert indicates that the lyrics are about a boyfriend creeping around his girl's house, accidentally going into her parents' bedroom, and then crawling into a hole in the garden to hide, naked. Not bad.
Toog - Le Jugement
Get it here.
posted by P at 8:02 PM
1 Comments:
I listened to Gainsbourg just last night. and some other chanteur who apparently wears sunglasses and smokes cigars during concerts, coitus, and all else. he writes saucy pop tunes about opportunism.
je t'aime,
e
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