I'm sat here in me "Maillot Jane" with a string of onions round my neck and smoking a Gauloise ciggy , thinking about Le Tour De France and listening to
TRUST TRUST*
TRUST TRUST*
MARCHE OU CREVE TRUST
How do I describe these gallic cats or chats even ? Les Precheurs Maniques de la Rue ? Basically as if Nicky Wire and James Bradfield had translated their lyrics into French and got AC/DC to supply the riffs
They are "Le Clash" It's ok to like as Bernie Bonvoisin and his "Amis" come from the sink estates of Nantes unlike fake Mockney agit prop rock merchant Joe Strummer
*in terms of lack of imagination they are worse then Queen and Led Zep Even the other two bands remembered to add the number 2 to their respective second albums
Anyway don't take my word for it , listen for yourselves (I've probably written similar before Apologies if so I can't be bothered trawling back Warning to non- francophones some bits of interviews in the middle of the song)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KmbCAhrW3P0