Vive la France

To be fair, I’m not a massive fan of the French, and I rarely make much of an effort to conceal my gross prejudices and stereotyping. However, every once in a while something appears from the land of baguettes which is actually genuinely worthwhile. Think Daft Punk, Boursin, Justice or Emanuelle Beart. And here is another one.

An average song made better by some nice naked ladies and strategic use of black rectangles and type. And you can’t say fairer than that, can you Mr Sarkozy? If you could just sort out the whole not-washing and smelling of garlic thing then you may be onto a winner.