The beauty of a lot of French pop--at least in my mind, at least in my ear--is that you never know if you're listening to something real or just some grand absurdist joke.
With Claudettes no less.
This is not a criticism, mind you. It's what makes--in my mind, in my ear--French pop so exceptional. Not to mention merveilleuse et extraordinaire et formidable.
Vraiment, you don't get this kind of crazy fabulousité in American pop, at least not in the mainstream (which, come to think of it, is what pop is). Maybe some in British pop--or at least from time to time. Maybe some others, too, like Norwegian pop star/DJ Annie back when she was doing "pop with jagged edges" like "Chewing Gum" and "I Know Ur Girlfriend Hates Me." Not so much nowadays. Can't see Katy Perry tackling this. Lady Gaga thinks she's Katerine, but she's not even close.
Anyway, chapeaux off to Saturday Night Live and their sketch "Les Jeunes de Paris" for introducing me to the psycho disco vision that is Katerine and Ses Claudettes Enceintes.
Could it be that Americans are slowly but surely pulling our collective, national head out of our collective, national butt and paying attention to life beyond our borders? Or at least the kind of life that interests little ol' moi? Incroyable!
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