Meditations on Sexiness
Tons of shit happened in 2009. For example, Myspace bought Imeem and then evidently set it on fire. (Thanks a fucking lot, MYSPACE. Now where am I supposed to find every random cover/remix of my musical obsession du jour?)
At first glance, there isn't a single thing about any these four boys from suburban Paris that I'd call "sexy." They are awkward, skinny, and too chicken to look me in the eye. None appears to have been lucky enough to know his way around the sack.
But once you hear hear their French accents fumble around an idiosyncratic English figure of speech; once you watch them re-enact their glorious days spent fencing in the shadows of Versailles; once they apply finger to guitar, all of that vanishes. They turn into an Adam Levine quartet, only without the pretense. And playing much better music.
Le Phoenix est mort. Vive le Phoenix!
