The Look: France Gall
By the great 48 on Feb 4, 2008
It's a simple enough question: Which artist that you first got to strictly on the basis of Look has turned out to have the most musical merit?
My answer is easy enough: around 1996 or '97, my French-Canadian buddy Rick sent me a cassette of hits by '60s French pop starlet Francoise Hardy, who at the time was constantly getting namechecked in indie pop circles. I listened a few times, I said "eh," I moved on. My musical mindset at the time, both in new stuff and older discoveries, was more in tune with the peppy, bouncy and bubblegummy than with Hardy's more mature and low-key stuff, so after a couple of listens, the cassette migrated towards the bottom of the pile on my desk at my old job as an IT librarian. I'm not sure I listened to the b-side, a hits collection by a contemporary of Hardy's named France Gall, at all.
So a couple months later, I'm at the Albuquerque Best Buy with my friend Joyce, wandering around the CD section while she's talking with a salesman about VCRs or something. Now remember, this was a period where Best Buy was trying very aggressively to corner the CD-sales market, complete with TV ads namedropping bands like Fugazi to make it clear how hip they were, so the CD section was both enormous and surprisingly well-stocked, and at popular prices to boot. I'm grazing through the less well-traveled sections -- soundtracks, pop vocals and the amorphously-named "world" bin -- looking for oddities or misfiled treasures, when I find a Polygram import greatest hits by France Gall. For all I know, this is exactly the same CD that Rick filled side two of that C90 with, but I was at the checkout with the CD in my hand immediately, because...well, how could I not?

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When I saw their first album in a used bin in South Street's old Book Trader, I was drawn into their fun, goofy Look. I'd read just enough about them to know they were a punk band I should check out, but I'm pretty sure I'd never heard a lick of their music. I simply loved what the cover shot promised. They looked a lot like how I felt when hanging with my high school friends/bandmates. To this day, when hanging with almost that exact lot, I still feel like a scrawny, goofy Irish teen wearing floods. It's a good feeling, and the music lived up to the promise of the Look.
http://tralfaz-archives.com/coverart/U/undertonesf.jpg
Still felt that way a couple of months ago when I put it on again after going to see Control. The working-class angst beneath it all served them well.
France Gall. Nice choice. I fell hard for Juliette Greco. http://eliptikon.blogspot.com/2007/02/juliette-greco-il-n-plus-d.html
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=23eLeo2ArOs
kidding.
The Nick Cave poster that hung in the stairway of 3rd st jazz called to me for a few years before i picked up the disc.
Tender Prey was the album.
so good.
http://gauntlet.ucalgary.ca/~gauntlet/eg/eg2/20050811/Supagroup-web.jpg
Townsman Chickenfrank... can you appreciate the appeal of this album cover?
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