I love Saturdays. Saturday mornings especially. No husbandly iPhone alarm blaring, slow to rise, leisurely grazing on fatty brunch food and celebrity guest DJ hour on my favorite local radio station. I find it fascinating to hear what makes an artist tick and how often the music selected seems to be in total contradiction to what they themselves produce. Last Saturday I was disgusted and excited to find that everyone’s favorite Frenchies, Justice, were spinning the wax fantastic. Intrigued, I settled in.
First, a little background. When I first heard the D.A.N.C.E single several years ago I was hooked. The genius video drove the point home that these dudes were on top their game. Shortly thereafter I watched “A Cross the Universe” and all the love I had turned into disappointing crippling intestinal pain and nausea. What a-holes.
Nevertheless, I reserve the right to have a love/hate (imaginary) relationship with both Augé and de Rosnay, my emotions dependent upon their future records and public behavior. With the release of Audio, Video, Disco late last year I, once again, wear a crown of hearts and bluebirds for the bastards. At first listen I was elated as I proclaimed it “ELO-ish”. But would the DJing escapade ruin them in my eyes yet again?
No fucking chance. They were brilliant.
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