I have never owned this song, but there was some period of my life – my time in art school, specifically – that this was the soundtrack to, somehow. It’s the sound of the guitars that feels as if it’s come from some old 45″, the vocals that are almost unintelligible, the way it puts its head down and just goes for it; I’d hear it on the radio, in clubs, at friends’ houses. “French Disko” brings a particular nostalgia now, for a life spent outside myself, of being with friends and belonging on some level that I normally wouldn’t be able to fully comprehend. Quite fitting for a song that starts with the lines, “Though this world’s essentially an absurd place to be living in, it doesn’t call for total withdrawal.”
La resistance, indeed.