Got MTV2 to thank for this song again. You guys might not know a lot about Brakes. So I'll probably just give you the gist.
Brakes are another British band, from Brighton this time, who formed in 2003. They released their first single, 'Pick Up the Phone' (song starts at 0:21), and followed that up with the song above. Those two singles can be found on their first album 'Give Blood' which got quite good reviews, even from Robert Christgau and Pitchfork. They also go by the name BrakesBrakesBrakes in the US.
This song is so hypnotic. The bass groove, the descending guitar riff in the verses.... The repetition of the song title just sets a tone of anticipation, you're walking with your mates down the street to the biggest party that has been hyped for months. You find the door, you hear the thumping music, and then you walk inside. That's when the chorus comes in.
EAST WEST. NORTH SOUTH. LEFT RIGHT. CROQUE-MONSIEUR, CROQUE MADAME.
Yes, the chorus doesn't make any sense at all. When I first heard the song, I thought that the lead singer was speaking in a different language/from a different country altogether. I think Brakes are known for their nonsensical lyrics, I mean listen to 'Porcupine or Pineapple', or 'Hey Hey' for example. Don't let that take away from the song's message though, who cares about anything when you're at an awesome party? You don't listen to the lyrics in the music, you just dance around and hopefully get some.
This song would be suitable to play at any party. At least an indie disco party anyway.
Also, for more information on a croque-monsieur and croque-madame, click here.
Until next time.
Jamie.
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