“Complètement fou”—if you’ve got a passable grasp on functional French, then you’ll know what those two words mean. “Bonkers.” “Bananas.” “Completely crazy.” It’s a phrase that goes a long way to describing the gleefully mad electronic pop of Yelle. The album opens with chopped rave keys, round sequencer blips, a mighty low-end kick, and playful effects. Then comes Yelle’s voice—a transcendent thing that compliments the lush electronics. Kemosabe Records (kemosaberecords.com). More info at yelle.fr. —Suzie Lynde
Editor’s note: see Yelle in Houston on November 6 at Fitzgerald’s, 2706 White Oak Drive, fitzlivemusic.com.
