Je t’adore! In fact, I’m currently obsessed with your new album, IRM. I must admit I had a wee tender for your father, Serge. Listening to his music made me want to smoke cloves and lounge about in velvet-covered wine cellars with beatnik intellectuals in a post-coital fog of bliss. Your songs evoke an entirely different, but equally delightful, sensation. Particularly with this album, and perhaps in no small part to Beck’s influence, I am transported to a far more sugar plum world. I daydream of skipping, spinning and dancing my way through fields of daisies and marigolds while Vaseline-covered lenses capture the essence of pure joy that flits through sun-baked skies like a mischievous fairy come alive with laughter. This is not nearly as scary as it may sound. I’m actually quite sane.

I simply love your music, and I strongly encourage everyone who has ears to check out your new album.

Sincerely,

-em