Lizzy Mercier Descloux

Good God, ZE Records! There's a name from the past. Kid Creole and the Coconuts. Was Not Was. Big at the time, known only to ageing aficionados now. The E stood for Michel Estaban, who ran a (or possibly the) punk record store in Paris Les Halles in the mid-1970's. Across the road was this cute 18-year old girl who was living with her uncle and aunt. He tied a message on her bicycle, and she visited him in his shop.

She turned into Lizzy Mercier Descloux.

Probably sometime in the early-1980's, when record stores were a thing, I used to browse in the Virgin Megastore on New Oxford Street some lunchtimes. One day, I saw this album

and my art-work spidey senses twitched. This was going to be interesting, even if it wasn't going to be a Regularly Played. So I bought it, took it back to wherever I was renting at the time, and played it...

Sometimes you see a painting or a movie, or hear a piece of music, and it has almost nothing to do with the mainstream, and nothing to do with the academic avant garde, and you click with it immediately, even if you can't say why. You also know that the squares, the NPCs, the mainstream, and the Good People, are not going to click with it. You know that if you see it in someone else's collection, that they are not quite what they seem, even if they do not turn out to be a fellow conspirator. That is Lizzy's music. It's weird and interesting and even fun in a way that's still fresh - which cannot be said for much music that was "progressive" twenty-five years ago. There's a way in: all of it grooves, and some of it swings. She can take one phrase, and drop it here and there to make an entire song.

Lizzy and Michel moved to New York, where they got into the no wave thing, meeting Patti Smith, having an affair with Richard Hell (Lizzy, not Michel), plus all sorts of other things, and of course setting up ZE records. She bought a Jazzmaster (what else?) and started writing songs for her first album, Press Colour, was on ZE. She didn't sell a lot, except for the big-in-France hit Mais ou sont les gazelles

but enough people who worked at small record companies gave her reasonable budgets to make albums. There's a Pitchfork essay with plenty of details (which I've drawn on), and an artist's bio on ZE records courtesy of the Wayback Machine.

She left the New York scene and spent time in Africa and travelling around the world, making four other equally quirky albums on the way. She died of ovarian cancer in 2004.

Every now and then there's a revival of interest (all right, a couple of articles) in Lizzy, but it never lasts long. Because she never had The Hit. Patti Smith did - though Springsteen wrote it for her - and so did others on ZE records. But, in the words of the Adam Neely piece, have you made anyone any money, have you won anyone any awards? If the answer is NO, then the industry will... let your moment pass. Not that she gave a flying do-do.

Warmly recommended.