(MusicPortal.com) (05/19/06)

Edited By Michael Bennett

NEW YORK, NY, USA - From Tricky to Franz Ferdinand, from Cat Power to The Rakes, from Placebo to Michael Stipe, from Portishead to Marianne Faithfull and from Jarvis Cocker to The Kills, "Monsieur Gainsbourg Revisited" (to be released in June) is the latest compilation from Verve Forecast featuring the aforementioned artists.

In the past few years, a new name, albeit an unpronounceable one, has appeared on the lips of English-speaking musicians - SERGE GAINSBOURG.

The singer/songwriter/Pygmalion actor/filmmaker/author/entertainer/agitator/gambler/ladies' man is an individual whose many facets reflect in each other to form one of the most dazzling prisms in twentieth-century French culture, and whose sparkle now spreads well beyond both France and the century.

A few years ago both Madonna and the underground prophet John Zorn declared their admiration for Gainsbourg - separately, but with the same zeal. The English group Portishead lifted the heady atmosphere of Cargo culte from the Melody Nelson album for their stunning remix of Massive Attack's "Karmacoma." De La Soul sampled Gainsbourg, Beck borrowed wholesale ('Paper Tiger'), and countless artists cover his songs.

In France and worldwide (from Air to Sonic Youth) artists by the dozens claim him as an influence, to the point that the first proper Gainsbourg biography in English, A fistful of Gitanes by the journalist Sylvie Simmons ended up establishing Gainsbourg on the international scene both as a musician and cultural icon.

Yet for a long time, all the British knew about Serge Gainsbourg was his romp on vinyl with Jane Birkin on 'Je T'aime Moi Non Plus,' a single banned by the BBC, condemned by the Vatican, and yet which topped British charts in 1969. They also knew that he got Brigitte Bardot, Catherine Deneuve, Isabelle Adjani and Vanessa Paradis -- four landmarks of the French feminine ideal seen from outside France -- to sing, and that he shocked Whitney Houston on live television.

He is therefore widely remembered in Britain as a sex maniac with -- as his album title says -- a cabbage for a head. But those used to pacing the avenues and alleys of his expansive repertoire know very well that Gainsbourg cannot be summed up in a bit of famous heaving and panting.

In fact, Gainsbourg cannot be summed up at all - he is enlarged and appreciated from various angles with the helpless realization that none of these can provide a satisfactory snapshot of the man. Trying to discover him all in one go, as was the case for many outside France, is to suffer severe vertigo.

Most are flabbergasted when they realise that at the beginning, he was the heir and soon-to-be conspirator of the Left Bank cabarets and the cellars of Saint-Germain, mixing Baudelairean poetry and oblique jazz under the influence of Boris Vian, coloured with exotic essences from lounge music. Again, when they discover he became the transformer of the Pop movement, turning young Londoners' heads, handing out songs to girls like sugar-and-spice pills.

Or once more, when they come across the film soundtracks, mirroring some of his intensely cinematographic albums, such as "Initials BB" or "Melody," not to mention when he parachuted into Jamaica at the time of the Reggae version of 'La Marseillaise,' or into New York under the blows of digital Funk.

For Gainsbourg is the classical and the modern combined in one man Ð ultra-classical (his perfect rhymes as trimmed hedges as the ones in an 19th century French bourgeois garden, and his composition often paying tribute to Chopin or Brahms) and ultra-modern, able to absorb, Bowie-like, all that is Avant-Garde and bring it into the light, or to wrap up slang in the words of the French orator, Bossuet.

Because of all this, and still much more, over time Gainsbourg has become something of a Colossus whose shadow weighs heavily over those who intend to see him. This is particularly the case with French artists who have tried to cover his songs - their deference is sometimes so great that the strain gives them a hernia before the first chorus.

However, those who rubbed shoulders with Gainsbourg know very well that he was overjoyed when his work was readapted, especially with those brave enough to get inside his head, dismantling his work for material to build something else. As he himself put it, songs are a minor art form, not for worshipping, but rather for twisting our way.

When a cover album was planned by Jean-Daniel Beauvallet, Christian Fevret and Timothee Verrecchia for the fifteenth anniversary of his last lungful of Gitane smoke, it quickly became obvious that only foreign groups and artists could give new life to a repertoire so ingrained in French culture. Invitations were sent out and the overwhelmingly positive responses returned like boomerangs.

Everyone rushes for Gainsbourg, and the cast list speaks for itself - some of the most prominent British and American artists of the last ten years are featured on "Monsieur Gainsbourg Revisited."

Maintaining the links with the past, some of the best known original singers also agreed to appear: Francoise Hardy, Dani, and above all, Jane Birkin. One last hurdle remained - the language barrier, a risky business with Gainsbourg. An exercise in high precision, poetically and semantically, entrusted to two word-jugglers with a worldwide reputation, Boris Bergman and Paul Ives.

Just reading their adaptation of Poinconneur Des Lilas set in a depressing working-class London shows how well the challenge was met. Despite the prestige of the cast and the difficulty of carrying it out, "Monsieur Gainsbourg Revisited" was above all a project undertaken with humility, lightness and a certain degree of impertinence.

This would, no doubt, have pleased the man who, over the thirty glorious years of his career, inspired this very cocktail more than anyone else.

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