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Nouvelle Vague

You are entering the Twilight Zone; a cellar smoky with Gitanes, aromatic like Pastis and atmospheric likes a Bogey film noir. It could be the ’50s or it could be the ’80s or it might not be either. But, damn, it sounds good. It’s the wonderful and frightening world of Nouvelle Vague.

If you want to know where the heads of Nouvelle Vague are at, Late Night Tales gives you a wee glimpse through the twitching curtains of their lustrous minds. If acid house had exploded in a fetid basement in Rue Hachette rather than the repressed and sweaty confines of Thatcher’s B