The kind of record likely to have dreary purists choking on their pints, Nouvelle Vague (geddit?) finds two Frenchmen and a selection of kittenish chanteuses recasting unequivocally canonical tunes as acoustic (largely) bossa nova. Think Weekend and Alison Statton’s other post Young Marble Giants work, Astrud Gilberto on the door at the Blitz and mad Mike Always’ mini empire of kitsch,
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