In which we try to understand this French singer-songwriter.
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W.B. Swygart: Christine (not her real name) becomes her own kind of mech-warrior of pop, a constructed self she can use to navigate the outside world. She’s intense, and she’s self-possessed, and she’s a bit weird, and she makes this lovely butterfly synth noise as she ducks and dives through the atmosphere. She may also have a wee bit of difficulty seeing past the end of her own nose, but that just makes the sketch lines sharper.
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Micha Cavaseno: Man, I heard Muse using that little synth trick four years ago, and I’m supposed to be impressed by sechoey Billie Jean drums?
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Alfred Soto: I won’t listen to this again, but “Christine” is one of the more interesting R&B-influenced college rock productions. Amid the sonar synths Héloïse Letissier whispers recriminatory nothings — and then? She just wants to love you, baby.
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Will Adams: A beautifully quiet mission statement from someone perfectly comfortable with their idiosyncrasies. Would that I were that confident.
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Anthony Easton: How she sings “Ibiza” and how she talks through the rest has a kind of sated languor — somewhere in the same neighborhood as Jane Birkin.
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