Vanessa Paradis 'Divinidylle'

What are you singing about? I donno. What’s this song called? L’Incidie? I don’t even know what that means? Do I? What’s the next one? Irresisteblement? Is that even a word? Even in French? Does it even matter and do I like listening to French accents, letting my mind float around with ideas of what it could be saying? Yes, yes. Johnny Depp’s wife does what she does on the red carpet several times a year beside her spotlight encompassing husband; let the music (or in the red carpet’s case Depp) take said spotlight and sound (or in the red carpet’s case look) disarmingly pretty next to it. And, as she is praised for her fashion sense on the catwalk, she should be praised here for her exceptionally and traditionally French vocal perfection; the silkiness and sexiness and several more s adjectives are as present here as snails appears on the menu in her country. Similarly, with seven violinists and four composers amongst a swath of other orchestral performances, the accompanying music creates the atmosphere by which the French would like their snails served; dark but for candlelight, velvety and cosy, with some sort of Serge Gainseberg edge that the French manage to simultaneously pull off while remaining traditional-as. Thought provoking, pouty amazingness over ten probably misinterpreted (lyrically at least) but nonetheless pleasant, all-occasssion appropriate tracks. Except if you’re with someone French, because maybe Paradis is hiding some inappropriately lyrics within?