While watching the National Geographic Channel (er, Nat Geo) special the other night, American Pop Princesses: From Big Bangin’ to Extinction, we were saddened that all of our glorified, limited-talent icons have gone the way of the dinosaur. Only worse. We can’t power our cars with the gooey remains of Hannah Montana.
But being the fair weather gays that we are, we’re ready to defect to a foreign country to find a new object of our devotion. We’d turn to our good friends in the UK, but we’ve seen how well our love of Ms. Winehouse turned out for everyone. And Bjork just keeps getting more and more mainstream. Boooring.
So where, oh where, is a boy toy to turn? France, we say!
Because indeed, the grass is often verter on the other side of the ocean. And now that we’ve been introduced to the world according to Yelle (pronounced YEL), Yelle nous aimons.
Her 2007 debut CD, Pop-Up, is giddy infectious music at its very best. There’s nothing we love more than singing along phonetically to songs we don’t understand in the slightest.
We’re probably praising the contributions of Hitler and Bin Laden to the world of needlepoint, but we don’t care. It’s got a beat and we can eat cake to it.
Yet don’t just take our word for it. Catch Yelle in person and become a musical expatriate. Her high-energy show will make her the greatest French import since fries, dressing and kissing.
If not, we’re prepared to journey to the next melodious frontier. We hear the next Madonna is living in Turkmenistan. Oh, never mind. It’s the real Material Girl. She’s just there buying another kid. Our bad.
In Concert Tuesday, October 7, 7:00 p.m.
Tickets: $15 – $35
House of Blues
2200 N. Lamar Street, Dallas
“Pop-Up” available on iTunes