The CLUAS Archive: 1998 - 2011

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Lua Zhou sits in the meeting room of a pleasantly appointed office in the Spaces complex on Dongdaqiao Lu in Beijing’s central business district. Respectable digs for a Chinese rock magazine, I remark. But then the editor of InMusic points me to the advertising: European cars, French perfume, American clothes.

A fan of British punk and an reader of NME and Kerrang when both publications were hard to get in China or online, this sweet, bubbly 27 year old talked me through the RMB15 (EUR1.45) monthly magazine put together in Beijing by a staff of ten and a circle of freelance writers.

A print run of 120,000 copies of I Music is distributed monthly to all major Chinese cities. Sales are strongest in Shanghai. The magazine sells particularly well in airports. A magazine already in circulation in Guizhou - published under the auspices of an artists’ organisation in the rural southern province - provided the all important government-approved "kan hou", a barcode without which magazines can't get distributed in China.

The editorial engine behind the magazine, Hao Fang, was a music critic in the 1990s, a "godfather of Chinese rock kids," says Lua. "He wrote books about Nirvana and New York punk bands." Lua was one of the Beijing rock fans who congregated at a book store he ran near Beijing Exhibition Centre. "You could buy under ground music magazines and books from abroad. He had demo tapes and even posters done by the bands themselves. Hao was also one of the "first people in China to publish nude photos from the foreign rock scene." Though China has a long history of publishing nude photos in ancient times, says Lua, "...his book surprised me."

Hao's magazine hit the streets in March 2006 as the Chinese edition of Rolling Stone, launched to huge fanfare in the international press. Rolling Stone China put the likes of Bob Dylan and local rock godfather Cui Jian on the cover. Then the venture’s Hong Kong partner and advertising sales agency One Media pulled out to concentrate on middle class glossies like Ming, making money off the gentrification of the Chinese masses. Lua is uncomfortable talking about the Rolling Stone episode, only repeating that the transition between the two publications is "complicated... We erased the Rolling Stone logo in July 2007, which means we called ourelves InMusic starting from July 2007."

Rolling Stone China was criticised by some readers for mediocre writing and a lack of the punchy political writing which the original US edition carried off to some acclaim. Good scribes are hard to find, says Lua whose southern Chinese shyness ebbs when talking about British bands like the Babyshambles. "If you’re in the circle you know who is good writer." She studied journalism at the University of Minorities in Beijing as well as a stint at the University of Westminister in the UK. 

IMusic content splits 50/50 between local and foreign coverage. "We choose the best demos of the month and always go to shows. We’re the ones there every night, talking and taking photos. If we fancy a band we sometimes ask them to send a CD, but we have loads coming in. Out of 100 we choose ten."

CDs come in from the Chinese branch offices of the four majors and a new wave of Chinese Indie labels. "There are more labels than ever," says Lua. Most were set up by musicians. The most visible, Modern Sky and Scream were both set up by musicians, the latter as a sublabel of state-owned distributer Jingwen. A newer start up, Bing Ma Si is the side project of Yang Hai Sun, stalwart of Sino-Swedish punks PK14.

The Rolling Stone logo is gone but the IMusic strategy is strikingly similar to the iconic US publication, which long ago lost its countercultural edge to more alternative magazines like the Village Voice. Advertising from car makers like Volkswagen as well as cellphone and drinks brands because the magazine keeps its standards, says Lua.

"The big difference between us and other rock magazines is that we haven’t so many instrument shops advertising. Our advertising sales team is very good, they don’t just focus on music.” An in-house survey showed most of the title’s readers are well educated professionals. "Young professionals have the potential to buy a car. The typical reader surfs the web for information and speaks a foreign language."

Corporate marketing budgets have been convinced, but it’s part of a trend towards an acceptance of rock among China’s middle class youth, says Lua. "More brands are keen to invest in rock concerts. More and more of the mainstream majority are opting for rock.” IMusic covers "youth culture rather than rock culture.” Hence an editor is assigned to hang out at 798 covering the contemporary art scene.

InMusic's Johnny Depp cover in August 2006 proved the biggest seller. "Everyone can accept him, especially music lovers because he had a band." Covers depend on who has a new album out. The July issue was Pu Shu, a pop rocker with a chequered life story and big CD sales in 1999 and 2000. "He stopped making music and disappeared to Tibet and abroad. An InMusic journalist shadowed him for a week and we printed his new writing and songs from his travels.” Pu was also chosen for looks. "Girls are crazy for him.”

Reportage on local rock accounts for about a quarter of the page count in the most recent issue of InMusic. "The most popular genres in Beijing right now are post punk and new grunge, Queen Sea Big Shark is new grunge. Retros is post punk," explains Lua by way of two of the city's most current groups. Luo has an easiness with labels and categories, referencing musicians by genre. Her early favourites The Flowers went from being an "underground punk band" to a "pleasant soft pop band."

Beyond Beijing IMusic generates a good share of its monthly copy in the central Chinese metropolis of Wuhan, home to a vibrant punk scene. "People there come out and promoted themselves. The scene grew from Wuhan University, from a lot of campus bands." The wealthy Cantonese city of Guangzhou, being by the sea, has good access to cheap imported CDs. "It has a very good scene and good critics."

InMusic pushes newcomers it figures worthy of notice. The magazine's New Face Bands stage at October’s Modern Sky rock festival gave half hour sets to fresh local faces featured in the magazine - and girl bands. "People need to know the new bands and we want to be promoter.” It helps that half of InMusic staff writers are also musicians. "One of the girls is in a post punk band." Executive editor Cheizak organizes hip hop shows and produces hip hop albums.

Lua sings. Her band Happy Project has however momentarily lost its keyboard player to a cooking course in Vietnam. They play "disco punk, music that people can dance to." Influences include the Scissors Sisters and Electric 6.

She started listening to music in high school back home in the urban industrial jungle that is Chongqing. "I got Nirvana and Eagles albums from my piano teacher’s son." She liked local stars like Bao Jia Jie 43 Hao and the group's frontman Wang Feng, currently a credible solo artist.

Rock took Lua out of Chongqing "because there was no bands there, and no venues. Beijing is a melting pot, so you get more space away from hometown traditions and rules. Shanghai girls are local girls, whereas Beijing is a mix of locals and country girls, so there’s more culture."

Beijing also had better music shops. She started buying US blues, "Buddy Guy and JL Hooker." Studying in the UK was also about music. A London concert by the Libertines "was like a revolution, it was so mad. I lost all my accessories while I was in the front row pogoying." Lua estimates she spent half her UK time going to gigs. The best show she’s seen in beijing was Nine Inch Nails, for its sound and visual qualities.

Fashion is important to Chinese rock. An October headlining set by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs at the marked a rain-sodden but spirited end to the innaugural Modern Sky festival in Haidian Park. Local fans remember it for lead singer Karen O's look on the night. "She wasn’t well. It wasn’t the best side of her." The avant-garde New Yorker has become an icon among Chinese girls as much as a fashion model as for her music and stage craft.

"They want to dress like her, to wear shiny tight pants and loud lipstick. Some girls are not confident enough to be on stage." To bring in extra cash InMusic also runs its own line of t-shirts. A top seller, by mail order, bears an image of a fishnetted but badly proportioned Rock Girl. Her legs aren’t well aligned but even at a compartively steep RMB80 sales are good.

 


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Brrrrr, etc. It's bbbbloody ffffreezing here in Paris - certainly no weather to be standing around outside cafés and bars. But that's the predicament of France's smokers, now that the new smoking ban is in force.

Café 203 in Lyon

As your blogger (finger on the French pulse) predicted, there's been a vociferous minority of discontented fumeurs and fumeuses. One Lyon watering-hole, Cafe 203 (right), has declared itself a 'resistant' smoking zone, walls decorated with Warhol-esque screen prints of full ashtrays so as to invoke the defence that it's in the name of culture. But the regulation has been broadly accepted and most die-hard smokers are grudgingly accepting the new regime.

One drawback is that the beautiful streets of Paris are now crowded with smokers, their smoke and their stubbed-out fag-butts. Pushing our way to Gare Saint-Lazare this evening was like pushing our way through a crowded pre-2008 Paris café.

The smoking ban is still the talk of France - that and the Sarko-Carla love story. Potentially capitalising on this cigarette-centric attention is a rather fine 8-piece group from Lille with a name that's topical (for all you multi-linguist Francophile pop fans out there) but terrible.

Roken is DodelijkRoken Is Dodelijk (left) is what they're called. French music fans who've ever smoked in Amsterdam [Careful now! - CLUAS Legal Department] will recognise this as the anti-smoking warning on Dutch cigarette packets. It means 'Smoking Is Deadly' - that's 'deadly' not in the Dublin sense of "Bleedin' rapid, Outspan!" but in the original meaning of 'may induce mortality'. (On a connected linguistic note, hip young French people use 'mortel' to mean 'deadly'/'brilliant' too)

Happily, their songwriting is better than their naming. Their eponymous first
EP came out recently and it's stuffed with brilliant
acoustic indie-folk-pop tunes. You can check them out at the band's very witty (in French) MySpace page (Gerard Houllier and Jacques Brel, amongst others, have something to say about the band). Here's the video for 'Good Enough':


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Bonne nouvelle année! The new year heralds a new era for the cultural life of France, as a distinctive sight and smell disappears from Paris’ famous cafés.

Today (1 January) France’s smoking ban comes into force – it is now illegal to light up in restaurants and bars, as is already the case in Ireland and Italy (Berlin is introducing a similar ban today as well).

The new regulation wipes out a characteristic image of Paris – the hazy Left Bank cafés where the likes of Sartre, Camus and de Beauvoir (right) would philosophise amid clouds of Gaulois and Gitane fumes. The smoking and philosophising can continue, of course, outside on the terrasse.

It will be interesting to see the rate of adherence to, and enforcement of, the new law. The typical French brasserie, or restaurant-bar, has its own cigarette counter (remember the hypochondriac tobacconist, left, in ‘Amélie’?), and a customer will usually buy his/her packet of fags or pouch of tobacco and then stay for a coffee or a drink.

As Irish bars found in 2003 when our own ban was introduced, smaller Paris bars and cafés don’t always have terrace space outdoors – and anyway, the older clientèle don’t like to sit at tables but prefer to stand at the bar, where prices are cheaper and the ambience is better. Unless their older customers change their ways, some proprietors will obviously suffer.

The Irish smoking-ban experience doesn’t provide a good analogy – we’re a young country, less settled in our ways and more used to adapting. France has always been one of the more traditionalist and self-content countries of Europe, so change comes more slowly and painfully here. Many French people continue to calculate prices in francs and the old currency still appears on receipts and payslips, six years after it ceased to exist. Unlike Ireland, where the euro, smoking ban and plastic bag levy were all quickly accepted, France won’t accept such a fundamental lifestyle change without some pain and protest. Jacques le Frenchman tends to be militant when his personal rights and creature comforts are challenged.

But Sarkozy’s France is showing an appetite for progress and intolerance for traditionalist intransigence. A protest march by tobacconists in November (right) passed off almost unperceived due to strike fatigue after the autumn’s transport stoppages, which themselves were less well supported than in previous years.

And the smoking ban has already been in place in offices and other workplaces since earlier this year, so many people have by now become adapted to popping outside for a quick drag.

The smoking ban also affects France’s live music industry, as concert venues fall under the terms of the regulations. As in Ireland in 2003, the hope is that new punters will be attracted (back) to smoke-free shows. Club-owners aim to share the fresh-air dividend that restaurateurs expect to reap.
 
Some Paris venues have already been smoke-free for a while. La Maroquinerie, one of our favourite concert spots, has no-smoking signs around its music space – though this was due to health and safety considerations, as the venue is a converted cellar with limited ventilation. But cigarette-craving punters there can still head upstairs to the Maroquinerie’s open-air beer-garden/restaurant space.

Other popular venues, like La Fleche d'Or, won’t be easily able to provide smoking space – but punters will hardly forgo seeing their favourite act because of the smoking ban. Cinemas and theatres are already non-smoking, so it’s not going to be the culture-shock some pessimists fear.

And the fresh air may attract new concert-goers. All things considered, smoke-free music venues should prove to be more of an opportunity than a setback for the Paris live scene.

But then, we would say that - your blogger doesn’t smoke.


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Who was the first international leader seen by new French president Nicolas Sarkozy following his inauguration in June?

Chancellor Merkel? Nein! President Bush? Nope! Prime Minister Blair or Brown? Sorry, old chap!

The answer? CLUAS founder and editor Eoghan O’Neill.

This is absolutely true: after the inauguration ceremony at the Elysée Palace, Sarko’s cavalcade was driving up the Champs-Elysées. Just before reaching the Arc de Triomphe for a wreath-laying ceremony, the pint-sized president (right) suddenly hopped out of his state car and rushed over to the crowds lining the grand old boulevard – straight to where the CLUAS gaffer (on a flying visit to the French capital) happened to be standing. One international statesman had recognised another, a fellow, a peer.

We’re not sure what advice, if any, our leader gave France’s; suffice it to say that not long afterwards Sarkozy was picking fights with the transport unions, physically confronting US paparazzi and throwing over his wife for a younger model/singer who had got a positive review on CLUAS (and she plans to release a new album of ‘love songs’ in 2008; the mind boggles).

Your Paris correspondent, not privileged to be in attendance at this Franco-Irish summit meeting, carried on through 2007 sketching the Venn diagram where ‘Irish music’ overlaps with ‘French music’. And such was the high level of activity there that our leisurely monthly column had to become a busy blog in order to cope. The Latin Quarter of CLUAS turned into something of a cultural meeting-point where green mixed with blue, pints were shared and croissants were broken in brotherhood.

These solid Franco-Irish relations took a battering (from the Irish point of view at least) on the rugby field. Vincent Clerc’s late try stole victory for les bleus at the historic first foreign game in Croke Park, and an even later try by Elvis Vermuelen against Scotland – on Saint Patrick’s Day! – won France the Six Nations at the expense of Ireland. The less said about Ireland’s disastrous World Cup, the better.

Sebastien ChabalIf it’s any consolation, the home team also considered the Coupe du Monde de Rugby a failure. As they have done in nearly every tournament, le quinze de France played their final too early – their epic Cardiff quarter-final win over the All-Blacks was their psychological peak and England did enough to edge out the hosts in the semi-final.

And the French public didn’t really buy into the efforts to make a cult hero out of the caveman-esque Sebastien Chabal (left).

The only major Irish sporting success in France this year came in October, when the Aidan O’Brien-trained Dylan Thomas won the Prix de l’Arc de Triomphe, the country’s most prestigious horse race – and even then it looked as if officious French stewards would deny the Irish their win. (Oh, and your blogger NAILED the Paris Marathon.)

Our musicians fared much better on French soil. A plethora of Irish acts played in Paris during 2007: the French capital is now firmly established on the itinerary of any Irish band with ambitions of international success. In fact, we know of a Paris-based Irish agency, Oileán Promotions, which specialises in bringing acts over from Éire to play in France. And another Paris-based Irishman, Perry Blake, consolidated his French and international success with his seventh studio album, ‘Canyon Songs’.

This year there were Paris appearances by Duke Special, Nina Hynes, Simple Kid, The Immediate, The Thrills, The Frank And Walters, Sinead O’Connor, Roisin Murphy, The Answer and Neosupervital, amongst others. Outside the capital, Snow Patrol and The Divine Comedy played in provincial summer festivals.

In particular, Simple Kid and Duke Special gave remarkable Paris performances. Nina Hynes’ two concerts here suffered the misfortune of technical problems for the first gig and a transport strike for the second, yet the princess of Irish astral-pop put on two highly entertaining shows. The Immediate’s springtime shows in Paris proved to be among their last live appearances before the band broke up soon thereafter – snatching defeat from the jaws of victory, as the band’s French distributor had just blitzed the record shops and music press of Paris.

Plenty of French acts made the journey in the opposite direction and played to Irish audiences, most notably Justice (three times), Daft Punk, Manu Chao, The Teenagers, Nouvelle Vague (twice), Cassius, Emily Loizeau and Les Rita Mitsouko.

And Dublin now has something of a French scene; in 2007 we featured popular club nights such as French Friday and La Nuit Blanche, as well as Dublin-based French rocker Lauren Guillery. Irish acts are getting in on all this Frenchness too – the video for 'Love Like Nicotine' by Dark Room Notes recreated the famous dance scene from Jean-Luc Godard’s 'Bande À Parte', while Snow Patrol took a high-speed drive around a deserted early-morning Paris in their video for 'Open Your Eyes'.

Well, it looks like your blogger will be staying in Paris for a long time. Life here suits us. We hope our Gallic friends in Dublin and Ireland feel as happy in their home-from-home as we do in the French capital. Here’s the aforementioned video for 'Love Like Nicotine' (quite topical from a Paris context) by Dark Room Notes; see you in deux mille huit.


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Playback’ is an exhibition running at the Musée d'Art Moderne in Paris until 6 January. In the words of the show's programme, the show "investigates the incursion of visual artists into the field of sound, in the form of original music videos." In other words, it brings together promo clips made by visual artists more at home with modern art than contemporary music.
 
Unfortunately, the exhibition's premise is flawed. Essays in the brochure and catalogue repeatedly put 'high art' in conflict with 'pop culture', assuming as a truism that art is art, pop is pop, the two are irreconcilable and the artists featured in the show are transgressing some natural law of aesthetics.
 
This, as we all know, is outdated snobbishness - Andy Warhol's appearance in one of the featured videos, 'Hello Again' by The Cars, reminds us of the man who brought pop into art and art into pop. And three of Derek Jarman's iconic Smiths' videos ('The Queen Is Dead', 'There Is A Light That Never Goes Out' and 'Panic') are screened, the late British film-maker just being one of many artists whose genuine engagement with the music video form subverts the patronising premise of this exhibition.
 
One of the other problems with the exhibition is the lack of any focus or criteria for selecting the videos. The show is presented in various installations around the exhibition space, grouped under headings such as Dance, Posture, Karaoke, Bootleg and Seen On TV. Yet there's no indication as to why the featured videos were selected, what their specific qualities are, or how or if they challenge/comment on the music video form. The Dance section, presented on the small screens of real gym running-machines, features cheap shot-on-video clips of unremarkable dancing to flat music, with no hint of irony, subversion, interesting concept, technical innovation or even just playing for laughs. Like much of the exhibition, it fails as both music video and modern art.
 
The overall impression is that the curators of ‘Playback' are passing off a half-baked, reactionary, clichéd 'post-modern' concept of music video culture (with all its supposed superficial pop glamour that pretentious art self-righteously looks down on) as aesthetic critique.
 
A still from the video for the Pet Shop Boys single 'London' directed by Martin ParrThe artists themselves often fare no better in getting a handle on the music video form. In 2002 the Pet Shop Boys engaged the services of two respected visual artists, Wolfgang Tillmans and Martin Parr, to shoot videos for the songs ‘Home And Dry’ and ‘London’ respectively. The similarities between both videos, included in the exhibition, are striking – both are shot on cheap video, feature the litter-strewn streets and underground of everyday London (no surprise to fans of Parr’s fascinating photography) and star Neil Tennant and Chris Lowe (left) in casualwear and playing simple instruments (in both videos Tennant, looking like Ray D’Arcy, strums 4/4 time on an acoustic guitar like a plain-clothes priest leading a folk mass).
 
And Parr’s video for ‘London’ is sunk because of amateurish acting by two men supposed to be playing down-on-their-luck Russian immigrants (as in the song) but grinning giddily in each shot. At least Tillmans fares better; his footage of mice scurrying through the litter on Tube tracks makes a nice counterpoint to ‘Home And Dry’ - a sweet, heartfelt song about missing someone who’s away on work.
 
Nonetheless, there were some excellent videos in the exhibition. Wyldfile’s video for The Gossip’s ‘Standing In the Way Of Control’ was as brash and colourful as the band and their music, while Doug Aitken’s video for LCD Soundsystem’s ‘Someone Great’ devised a clever concept for representing the song’s theme of the loss of a loved one. Soko Kaukoranta made a beautiful video for ‘Midsummer’s Night’ by cult Finnish electro-popper Jimi Tenor – both visuals and music shimmered with bleak Scandinavian loveliness. And we discovered Devo and their ecstatic ‘Post-Post Modern Man’.
 
Other things we learned from the exhibition: Everything about Blur’s ‘Country House’ – song, style, Damien Hirst’s video – has aged horribly. Modern artists like to listen to Sonic Youth and Laurie Anderson’s unbearable ‘O Superman’. And RTÉ’s ‘Charity You’re A Star’ is actually a work of post-modern art inspired by legendary German conceptual artist Joseph Beuys singing anti-Reagan song ‘Sonne Statt Reagan’ on a TV show in 1982. There’s something priceless about seeing one of modern art’s most celebrated figures merrily swinging a microphone above his head while singing tunelessly to German pub-rock.
 
Some of the best works in the exhibition were old MTV station idents by Dara Birnbaum (right) and Miguel Calderon. They reminded us that truly innovative and artistically rich music videos come from people like Michel Gondry and Spike Jonze who clearly love the medium and bring an unsnobbish, pop-loving creative imagination to their work.
 
We learned nothing from this exhibition about the form, aesthetics or development of music videos, the cultural signs and artistic possibilities that make music video such a fascinating subject worthy of rigorous investigation. But perhaps, having learned loads at this summer’s fantastic ‘Rock N’Roll 39-59’ exhibition at the Fondation Cartier, we were expecting too much from ‘Playback’.
 
The lesson we took from ‘Playback’ was perhaps contrary to its intentions: glamorous, image-obsessed pop music is infinitely more subversive, shocking, imaginative and innovative than ponderous, self-conscious modern art. The best pop music (like all great art, in fact) makes you dream and aspire to transcend your humdrum world, and the best music videos capture these dreams on film. No wonder The Man got rid of Smash Hits and Top Of The Pops.
 
Here’s our favourite video from the exhibition: Miguel Calderon’s clip for ‘Deiciseis’ (Sixteen) by Los Super Elegantes. There’s something for everyone: music fans can appreciate the fine song, video-lovers will dig the funny, warm-hearted storyline (lowlife boy runs off with nice girl, while her mother disapproves), while modern art theorists can consider Calderon’s use of images of rubbish and riches. But be careful - you can’t dance and think at the same time: 



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Thanks to everyone who e-mailed and posted with their views on what should and shouldn’t make our annual run-down of la hexagone’s top tunes. (Don’t forget to check out the CLUAS 2007 album poll results)
 
Regular readers will know that your blogger isn’t fond of most French rock, chanson française, Libertines-worshipping ‘babyrockers’ or superstar DJs. So, just because we’re not into Deportivo, Luke, Kaolin, Renan Luce, Rose, Daphné, Stuck In The Sound, BB Brunes, Naast, David Guetta, Bob Sinclar (no second ‘i’, remember) or Martin Solveig, that shouldn’t stop you from checking them out and making up your own mind.
 
So, what did we like from the vintage of deux mille sept? Here are our albums and songs of the French music year. If our selection is light on French-language works, this reflects the international ambitions of the best and most musically-ambitious French acts, rather than any pro-English bias on our part. On y va!
 
Albums: While last year produced a half-dozen fantastic albums that have the look of classic status about them, 2007’s crop of long-players are more modest in their achievements. Still, here are ten we liked very much…
 
A wildly ambitious and playfully imaginative mix of chanson française (the good kind), indie rock, cabaret pop and even a bit of rap. Sixty minutes of gripping tunes. A dark, romantic tale that conjures up a Tim Burton-esque nightmare world. Veteran French actor Jean Rochefort singing about Don Quixote, who he was to play in Terry Gilliam’s disastrous Cervantes project (chronicled in the ‘Lost In La Mancha’ documentary). Our favourite French chanteuse, the marvellous Emily Loizeau, prominent among the guest singers. But most of all, a record that features Le Roi himself, Eric Cantona. How could we not love it?
 
You didn’t need to be a Francophile to have heard and loved this one. The heirs to Daft Punk and the latest in a long tradition of French electronica duos, Xavier de Rosnay and Gaspar Auge brought to the dancefloor a heavy metal attitude, squelchy beats and distorted synthesisers. Apart from when they have children singing pop melodies, that is. For some reason, not many vampires bought this album.
 
Under the influence of Joy Division, The Buzzcocks and Siouxsie And The Banshees, cold and robotic punk with haughty Parisian sang-froid that’s awesome live. In particular, ‘The A.B.C Of L.O.V.E.’ is great fun and ‘Je Suis French’ is the sound of a French supermodel looking down at a scruffy peasant. And as for ‘Body Addict’, scroll down to see just how much we loved THAT song…
 
She qualifies for France’s top music prize, so the Israeli-born Dutch citizen (an established figure on the French scene) makes our list too. A lovely collection of lo-fi folk-pop that draws heavily on Leonard Cohen and Lou Reed, it’s the quiet and introspective cousin of Feist’s ‘The Reminder’.
 
The late friends of this Clermont-Ferrand boy-girl duo obviously include Nick Drake and Elliott Smith, whose lovelorn folk-pop (shot through with dark hints of violence and sadness) echoes through this excellent debut album.
 
The glamorous French girls, first featured in our 2006 article on new Paris bands, released a debut album of catchy punk-pop and derriere-kicking attitude – which they needed, to cope with the setbacks they endured. The male, middle-aged French rock media dismissed them as ‘babyrockers’ and savaged them for the heinous crime of not being male and middle-aged. Their drummer and her replacement both left the band, and heavy promotion didn’t translate into big sales. Let’s hope they get the success they deserve in 2008.
 
France’s biggest international star, the right-on Che Guevara of world music, was a bit too enthusiastic about recycling his past glories – rock riffs from his Mano Negra days, the police siren from his Amadou and Mariam production job. That said, an average Manu Chao album is still better than most people’s best.
 
2007 was the year of Tecktonik™, but the Paris electro-breakdancing scene produced little in the way of decent music. The exception was Julie Budet’s dayglo disco-pop - fizzy, colourful and fun.
 
Driving, earnest indie-guitarness that some French music fans dismissively call ‘la pop anglaise’. Feck ‘em – this Grenoble trio are great, despite the occasional blandness of their English-language lyrics.
 
US-based Melanie Valera is a mere ‘de’ away from achieving instant fame in Ireland. She’ll just have to rely on her idiosyncratic and likeable electro-folk-pop instead.
 
(We also liked: MC Solaar ‘Chapitre 7’, French Cowboy ‘Baby Face Nelson Was A French Cowboy’, Vanessa Paradis ‘Divinidylle’, Bo ‘Koma Stadium’)
 
NOT Album Of The Year: Air ‘Pocket Symphony’
“Insipid, boring and shockingly formulaic”, the CLUAS review called the latest Air anti-climax. All the more disappointing because their 2006 side-projects (Charlotte Gainsbourg, Darkel) had been excellent. And did you read their knuckle-dragging views on female politicians? Even Playboy magazine found them sexist.
 
Roll Of Honour ~ Albums
2006: Emily Loizeau ‘L’Autre Bout Du Monde’
2005: Camille ‘Le Fil’
 
 
Songs: Sadly, in 2007 we didn’t dig up any earworms as insidious and burrowing as last year’s laureate (‘Bagatelle’ by Vanessa And The O’s). And nothing stood out as prominently as last year’s top tunes. But there were plenty of fine pop songs to choose from.
 
Lead singer Sue intones like a robotic Siouxsie (who now lives in south-west France and speaks excellent French) over cold, clinical punk-pop. What it lacks in originality, it makes up for in being absolutely bloody brilliant. The best song (and they have plenty of crackers) by perhaps the most enjoyable band in France.
 
France’s summer number one: a smashing ‘80s-style disco-pop hit from a former TV talent show winner who looks like Jarvis Cocker and sings like Michael Jackson – a volatile combination. Does he stage-rush his own shows?
 
On their shoulder is the paternal guiding hand of Elliott Smith’s ghost; this charming folk-pop single should earn Cocoon some deserved international airplay.
 
Squally T-Rex+AC/DC glam rocking. An androgynous, helium-voiced singer. Feather boas, spandex and lashings of make-up… Fancy are the Jonathan Rhys-Meyers of rock. In truth, we wish all bands would look and sound like this.
 
It may have lost a little of its freshness after hearing it for the millionth time, but there’s still something strangely affecting about a children’s chorus singing “The way you move is a mystery”.
 
Three randy French lads whose electro-flavoured alt-pop sounds fantastic but goes overboard on tedious adolescent lyrics (plenty of f*cks and c*nts and sluts and bitches) that befit their band’s name, and quickly becomes annoying. However, ‘Starlett Johannson’ was different – thoughtful, romantic and charming.
 
The sort of heartfelt, widescreen indie epic that fans of a much-missed Limerick band called Woodstar will recognise. They sound great in concert too.
 
What threatens to be mere Lou/VU-worshipping (spoken-word verses, droning guitars) is transformed by well-placed handclaps and a sweet chorus. Lovely stuff.
 
Stripped-down Super Furry Animals-style indie oddness which packs a marvellous chorus. We found this Toulouse-born singer-songer (real name Jean-Francois Mouliet) on the bill with Simple Kid at a memorable Fête de la Musique show in Paris.
 
10. Vanessa Paradis ‘Dès Que J’Te Vois’
For her big return to music in September, actress/model Madame Depp drafted in French rocker M to write an album’s worth of fine radio-friendly guitar-pop, the pick of which was this sexy, slinky airplay hit.
 
(We also liked: Rhesus ‘Hey Darling’, Plastiscines ‘Loser’, The Love Bandits ‘She Loves Sex’, Dionysos ‘L’Homme Sans Trucage’, Constance Verluca 'Les Trois Copains')
 
So the rumours were true – he was having follow-up problems after all. A disappointingly flat and charmless comeback single of auto-pilot beats and unimaginative synth swooshes. New album ‘Sexuality’, due out in February, would want to be a lot better.
 
Roll Of Honour ~ Songs
2006: Vanessa And The O’s ‘Bagatelle’

Here's the video for our favourite French song of 2007 - 'Body Addict' by Pravda:


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If there was one defining theme of 2007 in Irish surf culture it was Ireland's emergence as a big wave location of international importance. The pages of the Irish Times and the Irish Independent were frequently filled with shots, usually by the brilliant Mickey Smith, of surfers from here and abroad riding giant waves in Clare and Donegal. Amazing shots that previously had been limited to adverts for Old Spice and Guiness, both of which were shot in Hawaii, were now being taken routinely in Ireland, in terms of the culture, its as big as U2's covershot for TIME Magazine. And, unlike in previous decades, this quantum leap was chronicled by young Irish filmmakers such as Joel Conroy, Naomi Britton, Gavin Gallagher and Ken O'Sullivan in a series of films which displaced imported fare in favour of homegrown big wave action.


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This is a parody of the Beach Boys on the subject of, eh, Christmas in Baghdad. Happy Christmas y'all.

This is a less cynical view of the festive season by Jon Peter Wilson, or at least 48 seconds of his less cynical view.

Santa catches some waves, dude

And finally, U2 with "It's Christmas (Baby Please Come Home)"

 

 


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A typical French babyAs befits our contraceptual nom de blog, your Paris correspondent doesn’t have any offspring. No children’s laughter rings round the hallowed halls of Chateau French Letter – and that suits us fine.

By contrast, many people of our acquaintance are hard at work on the baby-production assembly line, so much so that you’d think the future of the human race depended on it.

Christmas is, of course, a time for children – in particular, hysterical mass consumption of aggressively-marketed toys to placate the young heir/heiress (who never buys YOU anything!) on Christmas morning. But what to buy the small person in your life? If you’re a French parent, it may well be a CD.

Children are a lucrative demographic for French record companies – and not just for Christmas. All year round the French Top 40 singles and album charts has five or six records aimed at the Gallic toddler (by comparison, there are rarely any indie singles in the singles charts here, unlike in the UK or Ireland). High street record shops like FNAC devote plenty of floor-space to children’s records.

Pigloo, the punk penguinAnd French public libraries, with their large and diverse music collections, have children’s sections which are as big as (and maybe bigger than) the world music, blues, dance and metal sections.

So what are French children listening to? Well, colourful cartoon characters sing and dance to songs about holidays – at the beach in summer, on the ski-slopes in winter – and la rentree (the back-to-school period in September) and anything else that may attract young Zinedine (4 years old) and Segolene (5 and three-quarters).

That said, we found it surreal that a cartoon penguin called Pigloo (left) had a hit with a cover of Belgian punk rocker Plastic Bertrand’s 1978 hit ‘Ca Plane Pour Moi’. French pre-schoolers are listening to punk – how cool is that? Pigloo’s many competitors will have to go some way to top that.

Ilona Mitrecey, the cartoon versionThe most popular but most peculiar of these children’s cartoon pop stars, a Dora The Explorer-esque little girl singing catchy songs about jungle animals and faraway places, has the strangely un-cartoon name of Ilona Mitrecey (right). This is because she’s a real, flesh-and-blood girl of that name. The young mademoiselle Mitrecey, in her early teens, sings the songs on record but the artwork and videos feature a cartoon version of her. Then, on live television, the real Ilona sings the songs.

The problem is that the real Ilona is quite a shy, ordinary, uncharismatic performer with none of the ‘look-at-me’ stage-school preening of most child stars – which makes her an anti-climax onstage compared to her colourful cartoon persona. And she’s a good 6 years older than her target audience, uncomfortably too grown-up for the songs she’s singing. We fear that long years of therapy - or a rebellious raunchy makeover - lie in store for Ilona.

Anyway, for the festive season, here's Pigloo's Christmas product, 'Le Noel De Pigloo'. Joyeux Noel!


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Biffy Clyro (live in The Ambassador Theatre, Dublin)

Review Snapshot:  If you've ever had a lover who's traded you in for a younger, more fashionable model, you'll know exactly how I feel after Biffy's performance tonight.  Sure, they still casts longing glances in your direction that make you feel all warm inside, but you know, in your heart of hearts, that they're more interested in the Top Shop Rock & Roller now and that, alas, your time has passed.

The Cluas Verdict? 5 out of 10

Biffy Clyro

Full Review:
Arriving at 8pm to ensure I could get a good spot near the front, I was surprised to see that The Future Kings of Spain were already onstage and had begun their support slot.  What surprised me even more was the crowd.  Suddenly, I felt as if I'd turned up at a My Chemical Romance or HIM gig as there was enough black and white stripes on show to repave every zebra crossing in the country.   And they were so young.  I thought I'd at least hit the 30 mark before I felt old at a gig but tonight I genuinely did.

The Future Kings of Spain set contained some 'interesting' versions of old and new songs and culminated in a full version of Syndicate, without doubt my favourite song this year.  Lead singer Joey Wilson's remark that 'It's nice to see a big crowd here to support Biffy Clyro,' sparked memories of the first time I saw both bands in The Temple Bar Music Centre many years ago.  Essentially, the venue contained my future wife and brother in law, various members of Snow Patrol and JJ72 and, well, that's about it.  Tonight, however, while the venue isn't quite full, it's clear that support for Biffy is growing.

Entering to Bowie's Let's Dance; Biffy launch their set with the rousing triumvirate of Saturday Superhouse, Who's got a Match and Justboy.  The reaction of the crowd to the three is bizarre.  The first two, taken from Biffy's latest album, Puzzle, are warmly greeted but for Justboy, taken from the bands debut album, Blackened Sky, the reaction is much more muted.  As the set goes on I begin to figure out why. 

There are two distinct sets of fans here to see Biffy tonight.  One, like myself, who are beginning to believe that Biffy's greatest work is behind them and that they've yet to improve on anything Blackened Sky or The Vertigo of Bliss had to offer.  The other set, like the group in front of me who had a body odour contest during All The Way Down, have come to Biffy at a time when the band are exploring a new, more mainstream, direction.  Of course, there were people here tonight who like both Biffy's, but to me there is a clear shift in their fanbase with age being the most defining characteristic.  I became a fan of Biffy Clyro because they made music that appealed to me at 19 or 20.  Tonight I realise that Biffy's new musical direction appeals to the very same age group, but no longer to me.

Only twice tonight does the whole crowd unite; both times in the encore.  Machines is performed solo by Simon but he has the entire crowd on backing vocals.  And then, the final song of the evening, 57.  It's the best version I've heard of Biffy's trademark song yet, and it's great to see the band perform the song with as much enthusiasm this time, possibly the one thousandth time they've played it, as the first.  It does, however, leave a taste in the mouth.  This is what might have been for Biffy but they've chosen another path and good luck to them.  On nights like this though, I wish they'd stop teasing me with reminders that they were the one who got away.

Steven O'Rourke


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