BREACHED FOR GOOD
And broached too, I guess.
I like the songs on the Cindy Lee record and the lo-fi production has its aura, but my sticking point is how rhythmically sloppy the playing is. The thing about the Motown girl groups was, whether or not the muse had visited the songwriters that day, you could count on the backing band for a groove. Yes modern recording software makes it trivial to snap to the grid, yes the human touch etc., but if you don’t have access to those particular session musicians I think you have to work around it somehow. It feels like a much bigger deal than vocal fragility, which is easy to love. In this genre at least.
The first section of Je Tu Il Elle, where she’s eating sugar out of a paper bag, is about the best post-Beckett routine I’ve seen, and in the context of the whole film maybe the most hopeful.
Nous n'irons plus au bois,
Les lauriers sont coupés…
Sautez, dansez,
Embrassez qui vous voudrez
