"PSYCHEGAELIC"Divers Artistes (1966-67)

Time to rock and stomp the box with the cream of the 1960's French crop of top pops that shock and drop jaws with ease. Pull out your dusty mod haircuts from the closets, comb them out, and grab a few bras for tossing at your stereo - this is freakbeat, baby.. roll-up you hipster pants and stroll in the shallow end of the pool sipping kool-aid and smoking the bluejay way.

Everything in this compilation is hunky-dorey, simple story.

Enjoy this until your head falls off from nodding so hard, so very darned hard, to this excellent batch of singles designed to make your toes tingle while that hidden soul of yours spins in a trance - dervish sublime and all that fuzzy fun stuff. If you have not gotten the delights from this disc to grace your player, then you haven't lived, period. Don't miss this! Going once, going twice, going around our underground dream world just to make amends for all our friends.

Fly your freak-flag and a rainbow-coloured beret up on high!


Le Contenu Délicieux
Le Bain Didonc - 4 Cheveux Dans Le Vent
Les 5 Gentlemen - LSD 25 Ou Les Metamorphoses De Margaret Steinway
Les Boots - Laissez Briller Le Soleil
Les Capitals - Nous On Chante
Les Bowlers - Je Me Moquerai De Toi
Les Sparks - Souris
Les Gaelic - Gardez Les Cheveux Longs
Five Travellers - Story Of Wonder
Les 5 Gentlemen - Si Tu Reviens Chez Moi
The Somethings - Le Monde Infernal
Les Safari - Elle Avait Tout
The Brummels - Bof!
Les Gypsys - Je Ne Te Pardonnerai Pas
Les Bowlers - Ne L'attends Pas
Les Pollux - Mais Oublie Pas
Serge Franklin - Exister
Benjamin - Un Train
Jacques Da Sylva - Fou
Bruno Leys - Maintenant Un Voyou
Edouard - Leon's Blues
Perkins - C'est Ca Le Monde
Les Outlaws - Mamzell'
Les Fleurs De Pavot - Pourquoi L'Amour A Deux
Les Gypsys - Proletaire
Les Witackers - Hello Josephine
Nicolas Nils - Il Faut Trimer Dur
Patrick Samson - Gloria
Les Sunlights - C'est Fini

THE TUNA HELPERS - USA 2004"I'll Have What She's Having"

Sophisticated, with telltale smarts, carving a curlicue path through ramparts in the heart, Tuna Helpers create an oasis in the dark. A gypsy wraith lullaby sets the tone, echoplexed and haunting. Calliope tilt-a-whirl dialectics shape the kinds of gifts to come in a bliss-blitz soaked package. Lest we hesitate to battle the foggy cosmos here and now, their summer of syncopated madness wreaks havoc. Full and rich, these songstresses orchestrate clever dirges of expression.

Spinning tales in dedicated fervor, this outfit conjures cauldrons of unsuspecting white magic. Simultaneously raucous and tautly restrained, each composition weaves a woozy balance betwixt gothic luminosity and newfound fables for grown-ups. Diaphanous circus esplanade queens wield puppet potentates gleaned from deep recesses of the psyche. Sensations that assiduously belie exultation over darker subject matter overrule any possibility of encroaching despair. Swooshing fluted tentacles flare out from their feverish dream, stronger than a prancing scarecrow escapade. Caressed plucks of inspiration crystallize into saturnalian revelry.

Thrumming a tippled kibosh on the current scene, these fine ladies gleam with future esteem and promise. Reveling in superior production, they take full advantage of sonic placement. At once mythical and yet accessible, a rupture is formulated that bridges soulful expression and easy mass appeal. If music be a transformation of lesser forces, the album can be resolutely successful in passionately reviving a comatose populace. This music makes one glad to be alive in order to be able to appreciate it repeatedly. There is not one false note, trill, nor crescendo.