As highly credible independent music journalists May is always a high point for us here at Analogue Towers. There are many exciting new bands that make there way across the Atlantic Ocean for the first time, drawn by Ireland’s suddenly balmy climate and credulousness. As coldblooded creatures we move quicker and more effectively in the sun, darting around Dublin talking to exclusive Canadians and hip youngs. It is also the month in which the European Union celebrates hip young indie bands in their amazing televised music festival, The Eurovison Song Contest. As highly credible young hips there isn’t a chance in hell any single one of us here would miss it. What do you mean I’m talking shit? Oh.

Anyway, there is a reason to tune in on Saturday (by which time, hopefully, Ireland woeful turkey based entry will be eliminated from the competition, and fingers-crossed, reality) and that is the utterly brilliant French entry. I’ve waxed lyrical about my love of French music before on these virtual pages, and therefore won’t labour the point. They are, however, the saviors of Europe. Whilst I can’t bring myself to vote for the Lisbon Treaty, it is only because it doesn’t give Ireland’s sovereignty to France alone. Anyway, here’s the track.

Andrew Booth is an intercontinental dandy. He is co-writing his first novel Jackdaw Fool.
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