On Desormais, rippling Velvets effects adorn "La Jeune Amoureuse," while "Tu Es Malades" plinks along like a cut from Nico's Chelsea Girls; it's even replete with a somber Cale-sounding drone at the end. Meanwhile, the burbles and flutters in "Pour Toujours" suggest Stereolab on an amyl nitrate high. But while Stereolab's Laetitia Sadier sings in a weird mix of English, French, and otherworldly emissions, Doiron emits the tongue de l'amour only. Horns and other exotic effects decorate "Pour Toujours," while on "Penses-Donc (Tu Es Seule)," Doiron attempts an a cappella lullaby. The word "chanteuse" has been bandied about in reference to just about every indie diva of the last few years, from Barbara Manning to Cat Power. Doiron's the first to truly own up to the word. This album is like a French kiss after a mouthful of Bordeaux, and Doiron is a kind of Sylvie Vartan for the New Millennium.