yelle

If you watched the Hills this week, then you probably rocked out a bit to that great French pop they played in between sweeping shots of the Eiffel tower.

Well, I am here to lead you to the source of it’s awesomeness. Although frankly, Jezebel beat me to it.

Her name Yelle, and she reminds me a heck of a lot of a certain other talented young European as she has a penchant for wacky - yet surprisingly flattering - Euro trash fashions and sweet and poppy elecro.

But where Robyn is like Bjork meets Gwen Stefani as raised by Missy, Yelle is like the secret French love child Peaches and Princess Superstar were always meant to have, with Francoise Hardy as her godmother.

When I watched horribly dubbed European childrens shows on TVO as a child, I never imagined that all those wacky/tacky clothes and all that cheesy Casio music would come back to haunt me in the most fabulous way possible.

How do Europeans get away with being so sophisticated all of a sudden, by doing the same things they’ve always done? We used to at least have their weird clothes and musical tastes to make fun of, even if everything else they did was pretty much superior in every way. Great, now you guys have a sizzling economy, unparalleled culture, excellent social programs, and all the good pop music and outfits. Unfair guys, unfair.

(Sidebar: If you’re unfamiliar with Francoise Hardy you should click on this link ’cause Francoise Hardy is the bomb. I can never get over how pretty she was, and how modern she looked and sounded - fourty years ago BTW - and she’s pretty much even hotter now that she’s older - hrmmm… maybe the French have always been good at the whole music and outfits thing…)