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| Prefixmag |
 Nervy new-wave strung between falsetto, disco-thumped wails and the breathy strum of Euro-pop: Nous Non Plus’ Francophilic lounge pop would almost be cliché if it wasn’t bundled into such a knowing spoof. The band is almost entirely composed of New Yorkers, with each member assuming pseudonyms such as Jean-Luc Retard and Céline Dijon. Songs such as the hyper-libidinal “French Teacher” sound like a lush and winking Parisian hijack (replete with cocktail-jazz string arrangements and fluttery flute lines floating to the surface in smoke wisp curls) of the freak-funked parody-rock found in Beck’s Midnite Vultures. It's all goofy jabs and sly come-ons, but with a resolute dedication to the genre they’re teasing but so obviously adore....full text |
| Popmatters |
| You can tell a lot about an American by his or her opinion of the French. For a sizable population, they remain cheese-eating surrender monkeys, a national embodiment of the sort of effete, intellectual liberality who get trotted out as an insult any time someone dares to use a big word. For the others, they measure as whimsical masters of the bohemian lifestyle from a country of impossibly attractive wine connoisseurs casually smoking cigarettes while watching art-house cinema. No other nation on earth arguably enjoys such a conflicted opinion in the public consciousness. New York-based Nous Non Plus obviously belongs to the latter category, albeit without any trace of seriousness about their admiration. Born from the similar-sounding Francophiles Les Sans Culottes, the group of cheekily nomed musicians—besides frontman/bassist Jean-Luc Retard (actually subject of the documentary Air Guitar Nation/lover of cheesy, foreign stage names such as Dan Crane/Björn Türoque) there’s such, ahem, gems as Céline Dijon and François Hardonne—share that group’s love of breezy French pop, though with a definite eye towards something a little more tongue in cheek. The result classifies as a record of stomach-able, if not exactly inspiring pop with a mangled French accent, albeit one that’s definitely better when it avoids being cute, in either the doe-eyed or sly sense of the word....full text |
| Blog.newsok |
| Until a few years ago, the enthusiastically sleazy-suave fake French band Nous Non Plus was known as Les Sans Culottes, but following the ouster of atonal warbler Clermont Ferrand and a federal court battle, Ferrand got the name and the rest got their freedom. “Menagerie” shows this cheeky band hitting its stride melodically, still mining ‘60s French pop for influences but with bursts of originality and a clear desire to push beyond the sound of Roger Vadim soundtracks. Propulsive new wave tracks such as “Loli” and “Catastrophe” are the first signs that something new is afoot, leading the way to a rousing cover of the Unicorns’ “Tuff Ghost” (translated as “Fantome Dur”). And there are times when Nous Non Plus drops most of its pretenses on the lovely folktronica track “Sunlight Yellow Noise,” indicating a true desire to move beyond kitsch....full text |
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