" Ramone's energy, Barry Manilow's sensibility...
...or the opposite! ...(or just record levels of pretension)"

400 gigs, more than 150 000 people in the audience, more than 6000 people in the fan base more than 30 000 albums sold, 200 000 kilometres on the road, 3500 gas stations tested (only 2000 were approved). No car crashed! No animal injured!

As their name says it all, Fatals Picards are as Parisian as Texas. Dedicated to the modern thought, they decide to form a band and mix music up with humour. They also add other useful ingredients to get success, but obviously they can't reveal them and prefer to keep the recipe secret.

The band is officially formed in 2000 by Ivan. He added a few buddies in order to legally keep the notion of "band", and thus benefit from several fiscal advantages, like for example car sharing. Fatals Picards then started their promising career, one year after the world's end announced by Paco Rabanne, just to make sure that the prophet was completely wrong, and that would have been too bad to form a band for nothing just a few months before the apocalypse.

After playing numerous gigs during five years, they decided to play even more, but not the same gigs, not to arouse suspicion from the Picardie's guru. They know they are constantly spied by the fashion world, so the band takes various faces, going from an insolent duet with quirky humour, to an insolent quintet with quirky humour. Now, this is a winning team composed by five proud guys : Ivan - lead singer -, Laurent - guitarist -, Jean-Marc - drummer & eventually booker -, Paul - second lead singer (in case one of the two is out of order), and Yves (bass player (because they need one). Not less than 300 gigs in five years, not more though, because that is a lot of work none the less, and they need to keep a thrilling private life. Now they can hold their breath for more than 30 seconds, they can eat half a baguette in a meal (if they are two people), they can keep their eyes shut for more than six hours without moving a lash, well, almost … Their complete control is even more blatant on stage where they are regularly applauded after each song!

2006 is a crucial year for them, by the way the amount of "2006" numbers makes 8 ! At last, they are known by the record industry by signing a record deal at Warner Music (by the way, the amount "Warner Music" letters makes 8 !"). They are encouraged by the music business to stand up against gurus, and keep on making their shows, full of energy, surrealism, laughs and people ! Yes, because the audience is growing up : 5 centimetres more than the national average. Run to their gigs before you cannot see anything else than people's napes!

2007 is the year of the international consecration, Fatals Picards are representing France at the Eurovision contest. Their song "L'Amour à la Française" praise romanticism made in France, combined to British charisma, the whole in a perfect and elaborated Frenglish, envied from all the countries in the world. Love does not have any border anymore…

The Singer
 
Bloody nora. With each passing year of failure for the Big 4, it appears they are simplifying their songs, almost to the point of getting in Phillip Glass to lend a hand. This year France studiously avoided the slightly risky option of tuneful rap, and instead to the general bemusement of Eurofans, plumped for the anodine option of japesters with big pink helmets, mopeding around central Paris. Les Fatals Picards are a serious band by all accounts, but you'd be hard pressed to tell that from thier Eurosong effort, a massive twee pile of "merde du chien".

The Past
 
Socialist France, and one of the Big Four, who more often than not go down the "chanteuse" route (and woe-betide any entrant differing from the norm). They had a lot of success in the early years when usually only 4 countries took part, and the Brits were represented by a young Paul Shane. 
They had a rough time in the late 90's however, precipitated by a bad Fanny (oh, that old story), but have chanteused it back into the limelight since then, and are unfortunately well overdue another victory.

The Song
 
Where do you sit on the thorny issue of French Eurovision songs? If you do have an opinion (admittedly unlikely), then it will probably be in one of two camps. One is "oh, but they play light hearted gentle paeans to Eurosongs past, and that can't be bad, can it?". The other side of the Euro coin is "their continued arrogant refusal to acknowledge the rest of Euyrope by wringing out the damp undergarments of Mrs Myriam in the vain hope of maintaining an outmoded perception of 1960's French social idyll is not only condescending, but also becoming repellent". The choice is yours.

Overall

Watch out for mention of the Pompidou centre in next year's lyrics. A vacuous effort from the French, who like their Northern neighbours the Brits, are looking to do as much damage to their future chances within Europe, by reacting to a few bad years of Eurosong by sulking. "Love the French way" is another metaphorical example of the big lad in the playground taking his ball back in because the other boys are sniggering at his dress sense, whilst the Biritsh boy is kicking the dirt in the corner and scuffing his shoes. If you will.

In a Nutshell
"Let's not do it again, ever"

the philosopher says

Sorites A complex variety of argument consisting entirely of categorical syllogisms linked together by the use of the same propositions as the conclusions of some and the premises of others. Example: "Some groups are French, but all Frenchmen are pretentious, while every pretentious person is likely to wear a Persian hat, and only Eurosong singers wear Persian hats, hence some groups wear Persian hats, and they are likely to be French."
Applied to vague predicates, such chains of reasoning may result in paradox: if one grain of sand does not make a heap, and the addition of a second grain of sand does not make a heap, and the addition of a third grain of sand does not make a heap, etc., etc., then it would seem to follow (contrary to fact) that a collection of ten billion grains of sand must not be a heap.

L'amour à la française

I remember, jolie demoiselle
The last summer, nous, la tour Eiffel
I remember comme tu étais belle
So beautiful with your sac Chanel

Sur les ponts de la Seine
Let's do it again, again, again, again
You gave me a rendezvous
What is it, what is it?

Je le chercher à toi, dans les rues
Je ne suis pas venir car tu ne l'es plus
Je le regarde partout, where are you?
My heart is bleeding, oh I miss you

L'amour à la française
Let's do it again, again, again, again
You gave me a rendezvous

Et je cours, je cours, je cours
I've lost l'amour, l'amour, l'amour
Je suis perdu, here without you
And I'm crazy, seul à Paris
Je, tu le manque, sans toi I can't
Et sous la pluie, I feel sorry
Champs-Élysées, alone, la nuit
Le Moulin Rouge, I feel guilty

Et le soleil est plus brûlant que les oiseaux
Et dans le ciel, I miss you so
A souvenir, a rendezvous
Des fleurs, des fleurs, des fleurs for you
Je, tu le manque, sans toi I can't
Et sous la pluie, I feel sorry
Je suis perdu, here without you
And I'm crazy, seul à Paris

I remember, jolie demoiselle
The last summer, comme tu étais belle
I remember, nous, la Tour Eiffel
So beautiful with your sac Chanel

L'amour à la française
C'est que je t'aime, je t'aime, je t'aime, je t'aime
I give you a rendezvous

Et je cours, je cours, je cours
I've lost l'amour, l'amour, l'amour
Je suis perdu, here without you
And I'm crazy, seul à Paris
Je, tu le manque, sans toi I can't
Sous la pluie, I feel sorry
Champs-Elysées, alone, la nuit
Le Moulin Rouge, I feel guilty

Et le soleil est plus brûlant que les oiseaux
Et dans le ciel, I miss you so
A souvenir, a rendezvous
Des fleurs, des fleurs, des fleurs for you
Je tu le manque, sans toi I can't
Et sous la pluie, I feel sorry
Je suis perdu, here without you  

French love

I remember, beautiful lady
The last summer, we, the Eiffel Tower
I remember how beautiful you were
So beautiful with your Chanel handbag

On the bridges of the Seine
Let's do it again, again, again, again
You gave me a rendezvous
What is it, what is it?

I search for it at your place, in the streets
I didn't come because you aren't there anymore
I watch it everywhere, where are you?
My heart is bleeding, oh I miss you

Love the French way
Let's do it again, again, again, again
You gave me a rendezvous

And I run, I run, I run
I've lost love, love, love
I'm lost, here without you
And I'm crazy, alone in Paris
I, it misses you, without you I can't
And under the rain, I feel sorry
Champs-Élysées, alone, in the night
The Moulin Rouge, I feel guilty

And the sun is more burning than the birds
And in the sky, I miss you so
A souvenir, a rendezvous
Flowers, flowers, flowers for you
I, it misses you, without you I can't
And under the rain, I feel sorry
I'm lost, here without you
And I'm crazy, alone in Paris

I remember, beautiful lady
The last summer, how beautiful you were
I remember we, the Eiffel Tower
So beautiful with your Chanel handbag

Love the French way
It's that I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
I give you a rendezvous

And I run, I run, I run
I've lost love, love, love
I'm lost, here without you
And I'm crazy, alone in Paris
I, it misses you, without you I can't
Under the rain, I feel sorry
Champs-Élysées, alone, in the night
The Moulin Rouge, I feel guilty

And the sun is more burning than the birds
And in the sky, I miss you so
A souvenir, a rendezvous
Flowers, flowers, flowers for you
I, it misses you, without you I can't
Under the rain, I feel sorry
I'm lost, here without you

Prediction Semi Final -
Final 22nd