I'm a sucker for the Gallic. Every few songs when I'm at the jukebox in my local I'll fancy some Serge, some Jacques, Francoise or Laetitia. Can't beat it.
So I was always likely to enjoy Oh Dear, the latest album from Isolde Lasoen. It has all of those qualities and characteristics in spades. That je ne sais quoi.
Wonderfully orchestral and cinematic in the manner of Gainsbourg's Initials B.B, it's a record with the characteristics of a sleek sports car, a night on the Left Bank with someone you love.
A nice start to the weekend. The sound of champagne glasses clinking. Altogether, a splendid record. Miraculeuse.
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