Cartouche: Bread & Roses, LP (Vinyl)
Cartouche: Bread & Roses, LP (Vinyl)
€12.90
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Cartouche
Bread & Roses

  • LP (Vinyl)
  • France
includes booklet
  • Maloka
  • (none)
  • Zone Onze Records
  • (none)
  • General Strike
  • (GS059)
  • Appel Aux Luttes
  • (none)
  • Rudy's Back
  • (none)
  • 10 Tracks
  • no barcode
  • EX+ / EX+
  • virgin
  • new and unplayed but not sealed

tracks

A1

Exil

A2

Pour Une Poignée De Dollars

A3

Ausserhalb

A4

Will You Think About Me

A5

Au Fil Des Rêves

B1

A Corps Perdu

B2

Obscenity

B3

En Amour Comme En Émeute

B4

Un Wonderbra Autour Du Cou

B5

Bread And Roses

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The real, great rock 'n' roll swindle? Don't look for it in the Pistols, well, in Mac Laren' movie The Great Rock 'n' Roll Swindle... you'd better search Belgium, and more specifically somewhere near Lou Deprijck and Yvan Lacomblez, two born-and-bred “Brusselians[1] ”. If their names don't ring a bell at first glance, you've most likely already wiggled to the interplanetary hit which brought them fortune (in every way): “Ça plane pour moi”! Oh yeah, France already had Antoine's “Élucubrations”, a mildly transgressive hit in its own way... and an unprecedented landslide in Gallic memory. But this time, another category was tackled! “Ca plane pour moi”? A moronic song by a crappy singer... The prank swept through the world and within a few months, no less than one million 45s were sold just in France. And the incredible part is that it was to spawn a mass-produced bunch of cover versions, finally becoming – how ironic – a universal punk anthem: think what you will, it IS the hold-up of the century! Of course, such a cash cow would arouse envy and create quite a few vocations among our fellow countrymen. The song's trademark derision was finally about to bridge the missing link between original punk – too violent, too dirty – and the general public eager to enjoy a little Saturday-night pogo.