Fuck You, Alanis Morisette

At 12 or so, my interest in music had just began to bud.  At the time, Alanis Morisette's Jagged Little Pill was hotter than dog shit on a skillet.  And dog shit it was.  Of course, like most impressionable 12 year olds, I was just one sheep in the popular culture flock, and I could recall with little difficulty the lyrics to no less than 7 of her many hit songs.

My father, recognizing my musical transgressions, decided to intervene.  Into my lap he dropped a little cassette with the messily scrawled words "Plastic Bertrand" on one side and "Ca Plane Pour Moi" on the other.  And with one listen, I was hooked.  The Chuck Berry guitar, the the rollicking vocals punctuated by Beach Boys trills, the heady sax--a "punk-rock" classic, and in French. 

Fast-forward 7 years.  Roving the internets, I chance upon another Plastic Bertrand gem, and he once again impresses me with his musical versatility with the disco-lite jammer from 1982, "Stop Ou Encore."  Though you've probably heard "Ca Plane Pour Moi" before (it's been featured in more than one commercial), here are both songs for your aural enjoyment: