Nouvelle Vague

I like this album. It is an album of punk songs, performed in a light-weight, jazzy style. I admit that I am wholly ignorant of the original versions of almost every song on the album, which probably means I have missed out on some terribly intellectual irony of reinterpreting punk in this style, but I don’t care.


However, the tunes are dangerously catchy. I caught myself singing (under my breath), "Too Drunk to Fuck," while rifling through the sales-racks at Smith and Caugheys on Monday. The chorus is unambiguous; no more than several repetitions of the title. A fellow customer shot me an odd look, but didn’t say anything. It really is my favourite song du jour. Mr Smith is relieved. I think he had tired of my 'Forever In Blue Jeans' (Neil Diamond) phase.

Thankfully, the rudeness of the aforementioned song is what has probably saved this album from being on high rotate in every café in the country. Mummies don’t want their little treasures ears being assailed by such filth while sipping their fluffies.