I admit it. I didn’t find out about this on my last trip to the Chichi back alley clubs of Western France. Actually, I was reading www.thecoolhunter.net in my underwear eating an ice cream bar. Fuck it; I’m running with this anyhow.

In a nutshell, Valerie is perfect and beautiful nostalgia-emo-lectro wrapped up in the warm glow of neon scrunchies. It’s a ride in your brand new DeLorean to the mall to score some coke. It’s John Hughes dropping tracks in a shiny leather vest. It’s skipping class with the brat-pack and sneaking a quick make-out with Molly Ringwald behind the 7-11. And, oddly enough, it’s just what music needs right now.

Born in lounges of Paris, Valerie is the culmination of a number of hipster Deejays (see: skinny jeans, ironic mustaches, cartons of Marlboro Lights) and producers looking for something other than Justice inspired bangers rattling the roofs off every club in Europe. So they made this hot mess.

Check it out:

http://www.myspace.com/russchimes

http://www.myspace.com/theoutrunners

http://www.myspace.com/collegeoflove

http://www.myspace.com/thefuturecop

Then complete the 80’s revival; go rent Ferris Bueller’s Day off, The Breakfast club, and maybe even American Psycho. FYI - lots of people die in that last one.