Oh the anguish oh the suffering, the things I do for you lot. French you said with bite, a hint of blue denim and less klunk. You have no comprehension of the torments I was subjected to trying to meet the brief, the listening to Charles Aznavour, Mireille Mathieu and Johnny Hallyday. I’ll need to get the place exorcised the vibes are so bad. Still after wading through the appalling sludge that is French popular music I found something.