j’aime la france.

i think i’ve made that pretty clear, not just here but all over the place (pronounced plass in this case). subsidising a couple of london branches of paul,
wearing blue and white striped breton shirts every other day and living
about as close to the eurostar terminal as its possible to get. and its
not just the pace of life, lyrical language, pastry or three hour lunches of ham, cheese and beer which make me want to put an extra ‘te’ on the end of my first name…

french music is supercool too (yes, even johnny halliday).

despite being a bit too old and grumpy to make it to the ed banger
warehouse party on saturday night and therefore missing what was
inevitably a legendary barnstormer by with most of the ed banger
records crew, justice included (about whom i’ve already been vocal) i have a little party favour for you all.

an amuse bouche.

or oreilles maybe.

and je suis desole because this is a blatant re-up from legendary palmsout sounds
remix sunday, yesterday but its been on repeat in my sennheisers all
day long. a delicious thirty seconds of this track featured on the ed
banger medley released last week (and still available on the internets)
but the glitchy break down at one minute thirty gets me every single
time and has me going back for more and more and more… i wish i could
be more eloquent about it really but i’m going to channel a little
french aloofness and just look disaffected while i smoke a gitane and
drink strong, black coffee in a back-street bistro somewhere.

alors.

so enjoy mr oizo - trina700 (trina kills xtended edit)

if you want.

i mean. its up to you.

you don’t have to.

you can do what you like *exhales and goes back to a tattered copy of the outsider*