Many moons ago I wished for a full French album by Isobel Campbell. And tho that wish hasn’t been granted yet, ‘Paris n’existe pas’ by Son Parapluie sure helps. Son Parapluie = Jerome Didelot, he of Orwell, and together with Jah Wobble and others he made an album that brings back the heydays of Hardy, Birkin & Gainsbourg, and Barouh. It’s sweet and agreable, but fans of this blog have heard more, and better. Still, it’s ms. Campbell in French:

Written by guuzbourg

French girls, singing. No, sighing. Making me sigh. Ah.