Hé Stranger (ZTT)
Remember the scene in the seedy bar where the femme fatale chanteuse stands alone on a smokey stage and picks out some barfly to seduce? Here it is.
Anne Pigalle’s haunting debut is set to strings with a middle eight that recalls early Associates, and it possesses sufficient Gallic cool to nestle comfortably into your brain.
A face, a voice and a luscious pair of lips.