Isobel Campbell, once of Belle & Sebastian teams up with a group of musicians to compose and extended love letter to Paris as it once was. The record sounds pretty much exactly as you would expect it to.
Nothing wrong with that for a moment. Sung in French as it should be, anyone who has ever read Sartre, Camus or Cocteau or fallen in love with Audrey Hepburn, Serge, Jacques Dutronc, Francoise Hardy or Ratatouille for that matter should find plenty to enjoy with it.
The record does cast its net beyond the standard B&S strumming as it spins on. A set of remixes around central themes with production contributions from the likes of Martin Carr and Jah Wobble, it all coalesces wonderfully. Paris n'existe pas is a truly lovely album, one to truly lose yourself in and really believe that you're off on a bank holiday Air B & B break on the Left Bank.
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