Welcome to My House In Montmartre.

Come on in and make yourself comfortable ... but don't sit down, you'll be dancing in a moment. Towering high above Paris, romantic, cool, full of little surprises around each street corner, Montmartre is where the music booms out over the city. It's not quite as hip as London, as dope as Amsterdam, quite so cosmopolitan as New York but sacre bleu (if you'll pardon my French), the music sounds better in Paris.
Before we even open our ears and let the beats pour in, just look at the players... Cassius, Daft Punk, Air and Dimitri From Paris sound like labels we've worn or listened to for years, part of house music history. French music has indeed broadened its church since the days of Vanessa Paradis and the crusty folk of Les Negresses Vertes. When Daft Punk go to Miami they're treated like gods, Roger Sanchez trembles with anticipation at shaking their golden hands and DJ Sneak curtsies in front of Dimitri from Paris as if he were the Queen.

If the USA invented house music, the British arrived to sell the pills in the corner and give birth to acid house, while the Italians chipped in with a piano and softened it up. But it took the French to snap the lightstick and make it funky again.

Listen to this CD and you hear not only synthesized music but the pop sensibilities that made us all like music in the first place. There's no posturing or clever clever nuance here - it's glorious house music for dancing to, singing along to and yes, THAT thing too if you fancy! Whether you're smoking a spliff in a 2CV in the Parisian suburbs, shaving your bikini line in Bombay or jogging in Japan you'll recognize this - cos it's the real deal.