Contes De La Libido Ordinaire: A Synth-Pop Gem That’ll Tickle Your Ears and Brain
Let’s get one thing straight—this album isn’t your typical indie pop fluff. Nope. Contes De La Libido Ordinaire by Vitor Hublot, Jacques Duvall, and Isabelle Wery is like a moody, neon-lit road trip through Belgium’s synth-pop underbelly. Released in 2012 on Psoria Discs, it’s got that perfect mix of retro vibes and futuristic tinkering. Producer Guy Clerbois clearly had some fun here, weaving together electronic beats with haunting vocals from Isabelle Wery and Jacques Duvall. It feels intimate yet kinda alien, if that makes sense? Like overhearing someone’s diary entries while they’re vibing to Kraftwerk in their basement.
Now, let me zoom in on two tracks that stuck with me like gum on a shoe. First up: "Amoureux Solitaires." Holy smokes, this song hits different. The melody is deceptively simple—just enough synths to keep things dreamy—but the lyrics? They cut deep. It’s about lonely hearts trying to connect, but somehow missing each other completely. There’s something achingly real about how the words clash with the upbeat tempo. You wanna dance, but also maybe cry a little? Yeah, that’s the vibe.
Then there’s "J’aime Regarder Les Filles," which is just pure cheeky fun. I mean, c’mon—the title literally translates to “I Like Watching Girls.” How can you not love that? This track has this bouncy rhythm that sneaks up on you, paired with playful vocals that make it feel like a guilty pleasure. But don’t mistake it for shallow—it’s cleverly layered, almost teasing you into thinking too hard about why you’re enjoying it so much. Honestly, it’s the kind of song that could soundtrack both a wild night out and an awkward morning after.
One thing I gotta say, though, is that this album doesn’t try too hard to impress. It knows what it is—a quirky, unapologetically Belgian take on synth-pop—and it owns it. Tracks like "Boum" and "Oh Tous Les Soirs" bring their own flavors to the table, but nothing feels forced or overproduced. It’s raw in all the right ways, like biting into a slightly underripe fruit. Not everyone will dig it, but those who do will find themselves coming back for more.
So yeah, Contes De La Libido Ordinaire might not be for everyone, but that’s kinda the point. It’s not chasing trends or begging for Spotify streams—it’s doing its own weird, wonderful thing. And honestly? More music should be like that.
P.S. Fun fact: Listening to this album made me realize my phone autocorrects “synth” to “synd,” which is probably symbolic of…something? Who knows. Just roll with it.
