Gee. Last year’s choice was an easy one, crisp, inspiring, animating. But 2014? Maybe I’ve missed out on the really wow albums and songs, but … Salome? Nope. Coralie? Naah. Even Vanessa C. sounded like she caught the more-of-the-same disease, and Stéf Lapointe’s Les amours parallèles was, sorry, Guuz, fourteen fragile touches too much, surely the worst Lolita impersonation I’ve heard in many anni horribili. The most consistent, if quite conservative album concept of 2014 doubtless was Fredda’s Le chant de murmures, a coolly slumberous and laidback Americana hommage heading straight to Paris, Texas, including a highly charming cover version of Francoise Hardy’s Träume.
The song of the year is so fuckin’ Eighties bébé disco pop that even the most technically advanced time machine would immediately crash in the stroboscope blizzard. Especially listen to the no-wave guitar. Actually, the song is from 2013, but what the hell. And now try your music recognition app, s’il vous plait.