It's been noted by some quarters of the broadsheet press that every time Bad Life releases a new record from a french artist our press releases resort to mild xenophobia.

It is therefore our intention that this PR for the new five tracker from the awesome LPP (Les Petits Pilous to you and me) refrains from mentioning the following: rudeness, Johnny Hallyday, overrated food, the quality of hotels in Paris, the war, garlic, Arsene Wenger's recent trophy record, moustaches, passive aggression, dog-shit on paths, customer service, foie gras, the fact that French take more suppositories than the rest of Europe combined, their collective disliking for Gérard Depardieu, berets or that I always get car sick in Citroens.

You know why we won't mention those things? Because us Rosbifs know only too well that Gaul is home to the Premiere league of electronic music. If Daft Punk are the Man Utd, and Laurent Garnier is the Arsenal (ie did some good stuff decades ago), LPP are Tottenham; the underrated noisy neighbours who play some of the best football in Europe. And if any Madrid label wants to offer us 80million, we're listening.