je ne te connais paaaaassss!

there's a lot to be said for french music. however, i don't really know any of it (except actual french). this, i can imagine, is the skinny moustached, stripe-wearing answer to the yeah yeah yeahs. if you're not convinced, just listen to the song. ("i don't know. i don't remember you. and what do you take? it starts like this all the time. with a kiss...") anyway, heartbroken cheerleaders (yeah yeah yeah!) sing it, clap it, stamp it. and i love it.


the prototypes: je ne te connais pas