Let’s do this, Monday.
You have to love an artist that self-describes his work as “sad bastard music.”
Oh, I wish I was in the room when this band name was chosen.
So in love with this track. Putting it on repeat…repeat…repeat…
Another sweet one for your summer playlist, lovies.
I am totally obsessed with this album. It feels so fresh, mixing 1960s French psychedelia with Britpop nuances, a dose of funky jazz flute, and some subtle hip hop riffs in the middle for good measure.
If I close my eyes, I can almost imagine myself floating through Paris as an extra in an unmade Serge Gainsbourg film.
I mean, if you’re good enough to catch Jay Z’s attention while singing in Central Park…you’re good enough for just about anything.