The crash course: Phoenix, live, twelve hours from now

Phoenix went from cult indie darlings to arena-filling, well, indie darlings.

When it was announced that French band Phoenix would be making a stop in Manila, I swear, there was a collective, almost orgasmic, gasp from indie kids everywhere. Maybe it’s a bit of a “finally, we get a concert for us!” kind of gasp. Maybe it’s an “oh my God they’re going here!” gasp. It is a bit unexpected, but at the same time it is. Phoenix is one of the biggest bands in the world right now: they’ve certainly gone a long way from their decidedly left of center origins in Versailles. From being one of the more (arguably) chilled acts coming out of France, they are now filling arenas with their ethereal take on indie pop. And, once again, I am not going to be there. So here’s a crash course, in usual earthings! tradition. [NB]

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The crash course: C’est de la musique française moderne

Lou Doillon, Superbus and Justice

“The French have modern music?” a friend asked me, surprisingly, and I answered, “yes, yes they do.” So, as the French celebrate what we call Bastille Day, a little, not-so-comprehensive, not-exactly-informed (although, sure, I probably know a bit from the many times I’ve written about French acts on the blog) primer on the best music the French have to offer, and not the sort that you’d imagine hearing in a bakery on the cobblestone streets of Paris. Not that I’ve something against chanson, mind – I love Camille, for one. [NB]

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