Start saving up your cigarettes, red wine, and warming lotions.
Monsieur Gainsbourg (father of Charlotte, fucker of Brigitte Bardot) remains the epitome of dirty sexy cool. Perhaps only Prince has approached the depravity and simultaneous musicality.
Strike that. Prince far exceeds Gainsbourg, musically - but no matter how many women Prince has been with, you don't quite want to be Prince.
In any case, Melody Nelson is (vaguely) an album about pedophilia (or, more properly, ephebophilia) and whatever other sexual deviance Gainsbourg can dream up a way to mumble through a cigarette about and string drenched, slinky French Pop over for half an hour. This is all accomplished with help from his onetime wife and all-time hottie, Jane Birkin on backing vocals. She also does a turn porning it up in the videos released in support of the album.
It is all just too great to summarize and dance around. I'll post a clip.
And, wouldn't you know it - all the clips on YouTube have their embedding disabled. But here are a couple of links:
Ballade de Melody Nelson
L'hotel Particulier
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