Her first album, which I fell in love with, Le Sac Des Filles, journeys through acoustic folk and reaches the destination of vaudeville, as Camille primarily experiments with sound and her voice. Il Veyou follows a similar course but, as Camille has much developed as an artist since Le Sac‘s release in 2002, Il Veyou pushes musical boundaries even further.
It opens with a sporadic, a cappella introduction where Camille talks in her sultry French voice. I have no idea what she’s saying, but it sounds amazing. Wet Boy is one of a few songs that she sings in English. It’s not as classily, distinctively French as the French songs, for obvious reasons, but musically and lyrically it’s absolutely beautiful and poignantly emotive.
Bubble Lady is also sung in English and is one of the tracks that rests at the vaudeville end of the musical spectrum, and is quirky and enjoyable. In La France, Camille distinctly channels Edith Piaf, even imitating her voice. She’s odd, original, talented, experimental, French and I love her.
Best Track: My Man Is Married But Not To Me
If You Like These, You’ll Like This: PARISIAN CAFES, MONTMARTRE ALLEYS, THE MOULIN ROUGE.
In a word: Quirky
