Is this a work of sublime jazz-flecked genius or flawed and trashy? Personally I’ve tuned my radar not to hear McLaren’s ropey vocals, but Deneuve’s breathy French litany is spellbinding. She could read out her grocery list and bring grown men to their knees. The Sing away/No I can’t moment is a bit Diva on the record, but covered up with smiles in the video… Rest in peace, Malcolm, you fabulous, silly man.
My new Mixtapes page is here,
with free compilations
featuring Radio Vibes.
Lose the dweeb with the nasal voice, and I’d reconsider.