France has a knack for exporting top-notch pop music. There was Edith Piaf, the elegant "little sparrow" with her classic Parisian sound, then came Serge Gainsbourg, a genre shifter who got his first bite of stardom during the burgeoning psych era, and today has ambient tinkerers Air standing tall amidst a swelling scene. But Phoenix, one of the acts to hit our spotlight recently, blends a historical penchant for pop with edgier trends in modern French music, in the end sounding like a Daft Punk for a hip and suave H&M crowd. Whether futzing with cheery keyboards or club-thumping synths, a steady thread of upbeat guitar and sunny tenor vocals maintains an irresistible feel-good vibe that will stretch from the Arc de Triomphe to the Spoonbridge and Cherry later this month. If you didn't buy tickets for their sold-out First Avenue appearance, don't fret. You can still catch their noon performance at the Electric Fetus—a free, private show for the first 200 who purchase Phoenix's latest album, Wolfgang Amadeus Phoenix, from the record store prior to the show. All ages. Ticket free with purchase.
Tue., Sept. 22, noon, 2009