Album Review: Girl Je T'Aime Viens Faire L'Amour by Joe Curtis (1975)
Alright, buckle up, because we’re diving into a funky little time capsule from 1975. Joe Curtis’ Girl Je T'Aime Viens Faire L'Amour is one of those albums that feels like it was made for smoky Parisian nightclubs and groovy house parties where everyone’s wearing flared pants and sipping wine out of jam jars. With its mix of Pop, Funk, and Soul vibes, this French gem—released on Disques Espérance—isn’t just an album; it’s a vibe. A very specific, slightly cheesy, but oddly charming vibe.
Let’s talk tracks. First off, there’s “Je T'Aime (Viens Faire L'Amour).” Oh boy, does this song scream '70s seduction or what? The title alone is basically an invitation to get your flirt on. It’s got that sultry bassline that makes you want to sway even if you’ve got two left feet. And Joe’s vocals? Smooth as melted chocolate drizzled over strawberries. You can almost picture him serenading someone across a candlelit table while they try not to laugh at how hard he's leaning into the romance. But hey, it works! This track sticks in your head like gum under a chair—annoying at first, then kinda endearing after a while.
Then there’s “Black Is Beautiful,” which hits different. Like, way different. It’s got this soulful groove that feels like a warm hug wrapped in velvet. Joe doesn’t just sing here—he preaches. There’s a rawness to his voice that makes you sit up and pay attention. It’s less about picking up ladies at discothèques and more about celebrating identity and pride. Honestly, it’s the kind of song that could make you tear up during a karaoke session if you’re feeling particularly deep that day.
Now, don’t get me wrong, not every track on this album is a banger. Some songs feel like filler material you’d hum distractedly while waiting for the next good bit. But when Curtis nails it, he really nails it. Tracks like “Wou-Wou-Wou” have this playful energy that reminds me why people used to dance without irony. No judgment—just pure joy.
Here’s the kicker though: listening to this record feels like stepping into another world. A world where bell-bottoms were high fashion, love was spelled with exclamation marks, and nobody cared if their metaphors were a tad cliché. In a weird way, it’s comforting. Like finding an old Polaroid photo of strangers smiling too wide—you don’t know them, but their happiness rubs off on you anyway.
So yeah, Girl Je T'Aime Viens Faire L'Amour might not be perfect, but it’s got heart. And honestly? Sometimes that’s all you need. Just don’t blame me if you catch yourself winking at someone across the room after blasting “Je T'Aime.”
Final thought: If Joe Curtis were alive today, I bet he’d have TikTok blowing up with his tunes. Or maybe he’d just be chilling in a vineyard somewhere, still crooning about love. Either way, props to the man for giving us something so delightfully retro.
