After Hours

Jacques Dutronc. Les cactus

I've heard quite a few tunes by this guy, and they're either dumb, annoying throwaway novelty cuts or hard-edged, garage-sounding songs like this. It's kind of extraordinary that so many bands sounded like this at the end of the seventies following the emergence of punk. Of course, this number is by no means groundbreaking - it's just a sloppy little blues - but nobody sounded like this in 1967. I also find it refreshing that Dutronc acts so weird. I kind of half-expected him to get naked and roll around on the floor, but no such luck. Oh, in case you're wondering, this tune is about cacti. I'll feature more stuff from this guy later on this month.