Exquisitely French, drippingly sexy lounge music, soaked with strings, shuffly drums, and punchy rock organs. This it doesn't exist just for your lovemaking. It seems by all accounts like a sincere expression of Gainsbourg's overflowing affection for his new love - even the Birkin-fronted songs feel like gifts he's given her, landscapes to romp around in, gamely embraced. So much breathiness, so much gesture and sweep, so much inflection and insinuation, chiming head-tilts, half-whispers close enough to feel 3.5/5
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