Yelle.
Happy Bastille Day. Something hot from France to celebrate. Well, nine months ago it was hot, but whatever.
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Prefuse 73.
Scott Herren is Prefuse 73 and he never ceases to amaze me with the sheer number of ways he approaches a problem. If Prefuse 73 puts something out, I buy it. Simple really.
Young-Holt Unlimited.
When I get mellow, I get mellow with the pre-fusion greatness that is Young-Holt Unlimited. From the essential Mellow Dreamin’ .
Hurcules and Love Affair.
The hype machine has been switched to high for the debut H & LA full-length. Updated, retro version of Fine Young Cannibals that somehow manages to be good? Yes, inexplicably, that is what I’m saying.
Christian Fennesz.
There’s something undeniable about Christian Fennesz.
The Rza.
I love that the songs on this soundtrack all kind of sound broken. They fit perfectly with the movie, Ghost Dog. Sort of a far distance from Wu-Tang and sort of not.
Vitalic.
Vitalic is French. No surprise there. This is the most eurotrash song on the album, but it’s still good.
Amadou Kienou.
Yes, this is one man. He plays the djembe and the tama simultaneously. Amazing.
Daft Punk.
Here’s an exercise: try engaging in some minor, but dreaded task that is projected to last, oh, 10 minutes or so. Now put on this song. Task completed with a minimum of pain.
With Alive 2007, Daft Punk help us imagine what it’s like to see them in Paris. Kind of.
prime time of your life/brainwasher/rollin and scratchin/alive