"Pargure" starts things with a jaunty, twisty, shaky mood. Traditional instruments, including accordion, trumpet and toy piano (?) meet synthesizers for a strange yet very danceable blend that would have gone down a treat at Club Gossips, Soho, before the proverbial hit the fan. And despite the fact that I need a French dictionary to translate most of the song titles, I'm enjoying it. I personally can't understand the lyrics, but that's OK too. It's a lovely sound, and is the kind of music that stirs up childhood memories... candyfloss, dolls houses, and toys that come to life, that sort of thing. Nouvelle Vague could take some lessons from this in making their sound a little more natural and organic sounding – it's got an edge.

Things get seriously funky for "L'Enfant Maquille". It's requiring the full-force of self discipline to avoid taking that tube of black hair dye and go mental with it all over my head. Creating a sticky, black, and hopefully glossy mass that my boss would shout at me for on Monday morning. So I could just go for the middle-class, and bourgeois option of buying a wig. And, voila! Hair colour wanderlust is cured.

This CD is seriously good though – it's cheeky, funky and sassy, like a beret on a stripy shirted Bardot. Who could ask for more than that?!

Perfect for Sunday afternoon tea with your auntie, a late morning breakfast (croissant of course), or an evening in with a bottle of Le Vin Rouge. Et de pain. Boursin is optional.