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Christine and the Queens – Chaleur Humaine – Classic Music Review
By altrockchick on April 25, 2019
Welcome to a new world, guys.
I direct my welcome to men specifically because men have set the rules for almost all of human history. Being born male comes with a sense of entitlement in nearly every culture on earth. This gift from history has convinced many men that they have everything to lose and much to fear by giving up control of the rule-making system. Women who have learned to play the game and have become experts in manipulating male insecurities to secure a comfortable life also fear such a change.
Héloïse Adelaide Letissier aka Christine, Chris, Christine and the Queens, etc. is a French singer-songwriter who represents a threat to the status quo. This is in part because Letissier is pansexual, attracted to personalities as opposed to genders. Even in the countries without draconian punishments for woman-to-woman sex, such a person is likely perceived by half the population as a threat to social stability, a woman living in sin, or both. But it is her willingness and ability to challenge feminine norms and ideals that amplifies the threat she represents to traditional gender roles. In an interview with The Guardian, she remarked, "A huge taboo now is still a woman's desire. We are forgotten – it's like we are supposed to sustain other people's desire because we are desirable objects. What if we desire ourselves? So I feel like what could be shocking is not even me being naked, but me wanting to fuck someone and talking about it really simply – 'I just want to fuck your bones.'"
She complements her instincts to challenge taboos with genuine musical talent. Her music is heavily electronic, and on Chaleur Humaine, beautifully melodic and both soothing and intense at the same time. Her chord structures fit well within the boundaries of classic pop music, with an occasional nod to hip-hop and rap. Chaleur Humaine is not a loud album, and there's very little in the way of unpleasant noises or rough patches. Letissier's voice takes center stage, a highly captivating voice capable of impressive range movement and tonal variation. If you're looking for something more obviously energetic, I refer you to her latest release, Chris. Personally, I find the relative stillness of Chaleur Humaine more engaging.
I use the word "engaging" deliberately, as Letissier's music and personality are strongly oriented towards engaging other people and forming connections. You feel this desire to engage in her live performances, and it is something she claims to practice in daily life. From the Guardian interview:
I have no charisma, so people never come over to me," she says. As an experiment she recently walked home through the neighbourhood with her "chakras open", attempting to engage strangers. "I thought I should try to be awake and make loads of eye contact," she says, splaying her fingers either side of her eyes. "It worked!"
Having grown up in San Francisco with its openness to non-standard sexual variations and New Age philosophies, I view Letissier as completely non-threatening and would be delighted to have her over to my place for dinner and conversation (putting aside for a moment that I would never agree to meet an artist I've reviewed or might review). I too qualify as pansexual, and though I'm not all that interested in spiritual philosophies, I understand the theory surrounding chakras and can follow someone's drift when they go there. The statement above concerning female desire could have come from my mouth, and in reading her back story, I learned that we both had a traumatic experience in our twenties. All things considered, I feel simpatico with her personal choices, history, lifestyle and beliefs.
Still, admiring someone as a person doesn't automatically mean that I care for their music. I think Bruce Springsteen is musically talented and a pretty cool guy but his music is not my cup of tea. Translation: I'm not going to give her a pass simply because we share fuck habits.
Letissier sings in both French and English, sometimes mingling the languages in the same song. Letissier's lyrical style when using her native French is poetic, with strong metaphors, concrete language and memorable imagery; when she writes in English, the lyrics are comparatively simple and meanings are easier to grasp. Letissier shared her approach with the folks at Hello Giggles:
The language is actually a weird part of the process from the beginning, even with my French album. Some songs have an English chorus and a French verse. In the beginning, in France, people were like, "Why don't you write the whole song in French or a whole song in English?" I like to play with the two languages because for me, it's a different way of writing. Of course, when I'm writing in English, I don't have the same tools as when I write in French, because I'm not bilingual. It's quite naive and direct. With French, I'm more at ease, I can play more with images and rhythm.
In both languages she displays an impressive grasp of the importance of strong hooks—she nearly always goes for the home run somewhere in her songs. Her arrangements are well thought-out and feature marvelous builds. Given her talent, the intrigue attached to her sexual orientation and her multilingual presentation, it's no surprise that this album entered the Top 10 in every nearly every country in the Western world save one: the United States.
Knock me over with a feather.
Letissier's live performances are disciplined and heavily choreographed, with supporting musicians and dancers who straddle the line between modern ballet and hip-hop. She sings as beautifully on stage as she does in the studio, and holds the crowd in the palm of her hand with her voice and disarming presence. When I saw her live, I noticed one quirk above all—one that is decidedly un-French. She smiles spontaneously, and her smile is as pure and beautiful as any smile I've ever seen.
There are multiple versions of this album under different titles. It was released in most countries as Chaleur Humaine, but in the damn-them-furinners-and-their-furrin-languages USA you'll find it under the title Christine and the Queens. I have the original French version; the English-speaking edition features different tracks and translations, most notably involving the song "Christine," which was renamed "Titled." For this review, I'm sticking with the original French version because the lyrics are more to my liking.
Or, to put in another way, screw American xenophobia.
Chaleur Humaine begins with a dramatic combination of piano and synth that give way quickly to the beats that form the lean accompaniment for most of Letissier's vocal on the opening track, "iT." Letissier wrote the song after she was expelled from a Lyon drama school because she had the nerve to produce her own play, something only male students were allowed to do. She describes it as a song "about wanting to have a dick just in order to have an easier life," an offhand way of saying she'd like to have the privileges automatically granted to penis holders. The opening line refers to Emily Dickinson ("With it, I become the death Dickinson feared"), though I'm not sure if the reference is to "I heard a fly buzz when I died," "Because I could not stop for death," or "I felt a funeral in my brain." What's important is the empathetic reference to a great woman poet who was virtually unknown in her lifetime: if Emily had been cursed with a penis, people would have taken her more seriously. The phallus-wish expressed in the chorus shouldn't be taken literally, as I doubt Letissier really wants one of those peculiar protuberances that men are so proud of, but the words can also be heard as the triumphant cry of a trans person with the wherewithal to afford the operation:
Cause I've got it
I'm a man now
I've got it
And I won't let you steal iT
I bought it for myself
Her voice on the piece is clear, strong and unashamed; the tone is one of the defiant pride reflected in a line she later delivers in "Christine"—"j'ai le menton haut pour un rien"—for which the best English equivalent is "I hold my head up high . . . just because." The result is both beautiful and moving.
"Saint Claude" features French verses and an English chorus, but the key to understanding the song is that the title refers to a train station, that enduring symbol of life's arrivals, departures and missed connections. The story describes an incident where Letissier witnessed the harassment of an "extravagant" boy on public transport—extravagant because he wore some makeup and had a partially-visible tattoo. In real life, Letissier did not intervene on behalf of the boy (probably a smart thing from the standpoint of personal safety), and wrote the song as an apology for not standing up against the bullies on his behalf. In the song, her reimagined self sits with the boy, noticing his "souffle façade" (uneven, jerky breathing) and describing the details of his appearance that set him apart from the crowd. She ends the first verse reflecting on an image of tension and distress:
J'emporte un portrait dévoré
Douleur, destin bord à bord
As we're dealing with poetry here, a direct translation results in nonsense, but what she's saying in colloquial English is "I take away a portrait of a person devoured, in pain, his destiny (in the sense that manifesting true self leaves him open to attack) engulfing his soul." Letissier then switches to English to express what she wishes she would have expressed in that moment, an offer of support that he can choose to accept or reject:
Here's my station
But if you say just one word I'll stay with you
Her voice on that chorus is achingly beautiful, and it's very clear from her tone that she wants the boy to accept the offer. The second verse features some clever wordplay as Letissier uses the orthographic similarities of the verb respire (to breathe) and the adverb pire (worse) to encourage him to pay attention to the "violence" of his breathing and the fight-flight syndrome it represents; it ends with her empathizing with the hard reality of his situation, describing the city they inhabit as "dead" (in the sense of backwards, stuck in the past) and reminding him of the courage it takes to survive in such a place. In the fade, she adds the phrase, "We are so lonely in this part of town," a break from the pattern than powerfully captures the isolation that often follows the refusal to conform. Even if you don't understand a word of French and have no desire to learn, the power of her performance in "Saint Claude" is truly remarkable and certainly worth a few minutes of your time:
"Christine" continues the theme of the challenges inherent in different-ness by focusing on the difficulty of finding one's balance in an unsupportive environment; it is also the name of the persona she wanted to project on this album (the second album Chris reflects a different aspect of her personality). Letissier had some difficulty with this song, unfortunately titled "Cripple" in the original English version, a slip that says more about the problems inherent in translation than her intent. In the French version, it's clear she's talking about the challenge of what we call "having your feet firmly planted on the ground," but the line she uses in French to express that feeling forms a double entendre which was lost in the translation to English. The usual phrase for "I can't stand up" in French is formed with the verb se lever, but Letissier used the more colloquial se tener, resulting in je ne tiens pas debout. "Je ne tiens pas" is a polite way of saying "I don't give a shit," so when Latissier sang the translated line in English—"I actually do enjoy being a cripple"—she was attempting to embrace her perceived disability as a non-conformist and that she didn't give a shit what anyone thought. By the time she re-released the song in English, she had learned her lesson and used the safer word "Tilted" for the song title. Despite all the twists and turns involved in linguistic communication, "Christine" is generally a nicely-flowing piece integrating flute sounds with a seriously compressed, gated and squished synth that sounds like the comfort of a warm pillow. I don't care much for the rap passage, as I don't care for rap in any language, but she executes it with competence.
The English version of "Science Fiction" is so radically different from the original French that they're really two different songs with two different messages. I don't want to spend a lot of time on this one as I don't care at all for the disco feel or the annoyingly spacey sounds that accompany the arrangement, but I'll give Latissier credit for throwing a line of Italian into the mix, spiced with male harmony. The arrangement and her performance on the hybrid song "Paradis Perdus" are much stronger but I'd rather listen to Letissier's own compositions than an integration of an old Christophe-Jarre song with Kanye West's "Heartless." That said, I can't deny the stunning immediacy and excellent delivery in her performance:
Letissier describes "Half Ladies" as a song "about being a different type of girl, an awkward girl, but being beautiful in that way." The French version is rich in imagery and metaphor, capturing the competing pressures attached to a woman's desire to expand the definition of "femininity" beyond cultural boundaries. The first verse cleverly describes how the simple act of choosing what to wear—a daily struggle for many women given the heavier expectations attached to our appearance—is a form of communication that can be easily misinterpreted:
Cheveux en arrière
Col boutonné haut
C'est moins pour l'allure
Que pour cacher l'éraflure
Translation and breakdown: The woman here has chosen to pin her hair up rather than allowing it to fall seductively on her shoulders; she also chooses a high-button collar to finish the look. While that image calls up "prim-and-proper," she feels it necessary to explain that "it's less about the allure" because "prim-and-proper" often represents the ultimate challenge to the male of the species—the desire to "break that cold bitch." While that gives the woman pause, an overriding consideration leads her to dress in that manner: "Que pour cacher l'éraflure," meaning "to hide the scratch." While that could refer to damage arising from rough sex (hinted at in the second verse), it could have also resulted from a simple accident—but heaven help the woman who fails to hide such an obvious flaw! While I was writing this review, an American friend sent me a picture of Bernie Sanders campaigning in public with a gauze bandage on his head, asking the obvious question, "Could a woman candidate do the same thing and get away with it?" The answer is equally obvious—fuck no! The beauty industry spends billions on advertising to reinforce this culturally-induced sensitivity of ours, and we fall for the pitch while simultaneously savoring and resenting the compliments we get when we "look beautiful." What Letissier is asking us to do in "Half-Ladies" is expand our definition of beauty, an act that requires a cultural shift concerning what constitutes a "beautiful woman," which puts the entire notion of "woman" up for debate. Given her obvious commitment to manifest the true self, Letissier ends the song in proud defiance of gender norms:
Si je ne veux pas être une grande fille
Je serai un petit garçon
Pour chaque insulte lancé
Il pousse un grain de beauté
The translation is tricky because of the multi-layered nature of the poetry, but essentially she's saying "I don't want to be a big girl, so I'll be a little boy, and each insult flung my way will make me more beautiful." The last line actually describes a chemical reaction where the insults create "beauty marks," but the context indicates that Letissier was using "grain de beauté" more metaphorically than literally. Musically, "Half Ladies" begins quietly, Letissier's gentle voice supported by keyboard, low-volume beats and soft hand-clapping. The music builds ever-so-subtly to one of those home-run choruses that sticks in your head for days.
The title track sits nicely at the halfway point in the album, serving as the thematic centerpiece of the work. Most English-speaking commentators translate "Chaleur Humaine" as "human warmth," a Disney-esque interpretation if there ever was one. While the word can refer to the warmth of cordiality, chaleur is more commonly associated with heat, and the sexual connotations of the word are similar to the English connotations. It's pretty clear from the opening verses that Letissier favors the sexual interpretation:
Je suis contre les chastetés
Toutes celles que glissent sous l'oreiller
Des Cupidons aux lèvres abîmées
Sur le sexe les jambes repliées
Essentially this is a position statement in which she comes out against chastity, vanilla sex, Cupids with "damaged lips" and legs crossed to hide the crotch. In the second verse, she adds the closed mouth, completing the list of symbols of sexual denial. The first two verses reminded me of the contrasting images from Histoire d'O where the women in the château were trained to communicate constant availability through parted lips, open crotches and easily accessible ass cracks. Letissier falls short of advocating that particular lifestyle, and while she does refer to what can be translated as "gratitude for bleeding," she prefaces that phrase by referring to the healing power of a caress, so the gratitude could simply mean she's thankful that her heart is pumping away. In essence, Letissier is questioning the cultural division of love into "nice, cuddly, socially acceptable love" and "naughty, socially-repressed love marked by passion and lust," and argues that both deserve appreciation as expressions of human warmth. The music has the steadiness of a march with little chordal variation, suitable for a statement of one's core beliefs.
The most musically erotic song on Chaleur Humaine describes a narcissist making love, which would leave one to believe that the song deals with masturbation. What complicates the interpretation of "Narcissus Is Back" is the heavy use of mirrors, so the song could deal with the act of self-satisfaction (though there is no mention of a dildo), an intimate relationship with a narcissist or an exposé of one's own narcissistic self-consciousness during a fuck. The ambiguity could be attributed to Letissier writing in English, but whatever the cause, I like the ambiguity and the edgy, sexy arrangement so much that this is the only song on Chaleur Humaine to make my fuck playlists—the greatest endorsement I have to offer.
"Ugly-Pretty" is even more narcissistic in the sense that it deals with the "excessive interest in one's personal appearance." Written in English with a spoken-word passage in French, I appreciate Letissier continuing the conversation about the culturally-induced female obsession with beauty, but I think the topic was covered more effectively in Imogen Heap's "Bad Body Double" on her Ellipse album.
"Nuit 17 à 52" is a vignette covering the development of what turns out to be a dysfunctional romance where the participants struggle with identity and image as they pass the stage of superficial getting-to-know-you into a transitional stage covering nights 17 to 52. During this period the narrator experiences an eventually overwhelming urge to tear down the façade and reveal the true self. This happens on the fiftieth night, where she "cuts it open" so the partner is able to see through the façade. The narrator recognizes that this choice is likely to be a relationship-ending decision, as captured in the line "Et je hais déjà la triste nuit 53" ("I already hate the sad night 53"). This is one instance where the storyline—or, more accurately, the essential meaning of the song—is best captured in the video, where Letissier portrays multiple layers of self in a performance that exposes the falsity inherent in traditional gender definitions:
Chaleur Humaine closes with the half-English, half-French song "Here," an appropriate choice of language for a song about her temporary exile in England where she connected with the drag queen musicians who would later perform with her as The Queens. She likens the experience to the phoenix—"Et mon curieux visage est né/Des débris du grand incendie" ("And my curious face is born/From the debris of the great fire")—with the curieux visage underscoring that the new life also represents a new identity. The music here is more about mood, rather like an electronic Phillip Glass piece that serves as a tribute to one of the composers Latissier has identified as an influence. What really holds your attention is one of the strongest vocals on the album, conveying the overwhelming appreciation of the trauma survivor who has been given the opportunity to move forward.
Chaleur Humaine reveals Letissier as an artist of unusual courage and clear intent. While that intent sometimes gets lost in translation, the voice you hear is the voice of a human being asserting her right to be respected for her choices in manifesting her true self. It is a beautiful voice, an expressive voice, a voice that reflects the best tendencies and talents of the human race. If her message feels threatening to some, whether due to religious dogma or male entitlement, well, that's what an artist is supposed to do—attempt to open hearts and minds by challenging our worst tendencies so that the best parts of ourselves can come out of hiding.
Posted in: 2010's, Classic Music Reviews, Progressive/Electronic, Women Artists	| Tagged: altrockchick, Chaleur Humaine, Christine and the Queens, female music blogger, Half Ladies, Héloïse Adelaide Letissier, iT, music review, Nuit 17 à 52, Paradis Perdus, Saint Claude
Brendan T Spaulding May 6, 2019 at 3:39 pm | Reply
I wanted to listen to this album a few times before giving my reply, Ive never heard of her (or the band) until this review. Its always nice hearing something new, and I do like the idea that you found some more modern music to review. Youre usually more negative towards the modern state of popular music so this makes me happy to see!
Onto how I feel about the music. I feel like the lyricism is great; this mix of languages is fantastic and I love the message of her image and lyrics. I agree with the fact that shes very human and has an amazing voice. The problem I have with her music overall is that it feels very glossy, a bit to much like the pop from today's era that I just cant get behind. To me its a better read than listen. I do want to listen to more of her music but I cant get past that fact personally.
Keep up the great work by the way, still impressed on how quickly you can put out such in-depth and entertaining reviews with such high quality.
altrockchick May 6, 2019 at 9:30 pm | Reply
Thank you—I'm glad you enjoyed the writing.
The "glossy" comment is fair; I would have liked to hear more gritty sounds and variation, and hoped that would happen on her latest album. It did—a little—but it also feels more commercial and less courageous to me. The electronically-oriented women like Letissier, St. Vincent and Imogen Heap seem to have a hard time with consistency—some absolutely stunning stuff and then . . . what the hell?
I've always felt that consistency is something that should be applauded with any artist, it's hard to be consistent and there are many bands that I can name who have some spark of genius before immediately falling off the grid. I find it odd though that youve seen this in elctronically oriented female artists. Maybe its some need to earn money because of the state of the music industry? Maybe its just because female artists are often not as supported or as popular as males are, which would most likely push them to not experiment as much. This is probably something you could go into more, and its a sad truth among the women in the industry. The amount of popular female artists right now amounts to about 5 here in the states. The amount of popular male artists remains as large as its always been.
I do find a lack of consistency to be something a lot more rare in music nowadays overall. I've liked loads of albums in the past 10-20 years that are by artists I generally dont give a shit about. Their are now only a select few people that I'm actively excited about when it comes to new releases, whereas I could name 20 – 30 artists that id be into as early back as 90s. Now its only 3-5; mgmt, king gizz, ween, gorillaz, cake, and jack white. What sucks even more is that ween and cake arent even new bands, and any kind of releases by them are rarities (and might not even be good). Jack white for the most part hasnt come out with anything ive liked since his days in the white stripes, apart from his last solo album. I just wish I had more to be excited about in music.
Sorry that youre comment made me go into a rant, but if you read it all id love a reply. Also modern music suggestions would be great if you have any.
altrockchick May 19, 2019 at 7:01 am | Reply
The quality of music coming out today was the reason I gave up writing contemporary reviews. Good music was hard to find, and I can't count how many times a promising new band or artist released a great album loaded with potential only to follow it up with an absolute turkey. The change nearly always involved attempting to make their music more commercially friendly; sometimes it worked, most of the time the attempt failed, both commercially and artistically. The last contemporary review I did was St. Vincent's eponymous album, a true masterpiece; she followed it up with a sexploitation album that did well in the charts and earned her an automatic Grammy nomination but was clearly a much weaker effort. I noticed the same trend with Letissier's latest album as well—what improv artists call "going to the bag," focusing on titillation over meaning. And it happened to Imogen Heap once her earlier artistic work started to appear in tv series soundtracks. I'm not sure why that is, except women to tend to be more culturally oriented to pleasing people.
My only automatics now are Radiohead, Richard Thompson and June Tabor, all of whom are pretty close to the end of their careers. Sad, sad, sad.
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