Les Breastfeeders - Les Matins De Grands Soirs
Can French Canadians kick it or what? If your answer is “what?,” your quest-of-the-day is to go out and buy Matins de Grands Soirs by Les Breastfeeders—the best garage punk to be drenched in French since the ‘60s. After a decent start in their 2004 debut Dejeuner sur l'Herbe, Les Breastfeeders return even stronger and prove the language barrier is a boon in disguise. The rambunctious Montreal-French vocals add an exotic flavor to the dish, while in themselves becoming yet another crashing instrument in the spunky punk blend. Irresistibly catchy tracks (“Qui a Deux Femmes”) show off the rowdy fun Les Breastfeeders deliver with apparent ease, sprinting from one track to the next with quick-‘n’-dirty guitar solos and nonstop melodies. It’s a breathless experience rushing from the drum-backed bouncy refrains of “Viens avec Moi,” to the sweet-and-sour vocals of “Chanson pour Destinée,” all the way to the slowed bittersweet closer “Septembre Sous la Pluie.” Les Breastfeeders prove to be strong garage punk rockers (“Tuer l'Idole”) while keeping an element of rowdy fun (“En Dansant le Yah!”), and never abandoning their multicultural heritage (“Da-Di-Dam”). Playing in a similar style to The Raconteurs, the Ramones, their French Canadian brethren Malajube, or even The Vines (try out the Craig Nicholls retches in “Qui a Deux Femmes”), Les Breastfeeders crank out exotic stylings while still staying true to the genre, proving that punk is punk—no matter where you go. Wet your punk palate with Les Breastfeeders and Les Matins de Grands Soir.
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