Plastic Bertrand is a scoundrel because he lip-synched Ca Plane Pour Moi. But you know what? I care about the song's bona fides about as much as I care about the number of interchanges in an AFL game.
HE is the man who brought punk to the French-speaking world, a light-hearted version of Johnny Rotten revered by a generation of pogoing fans in the 1970s.
But Plastic Bertrand is struggling to retain his iconic status after a judicial report substantiated claims that he was not the singer on his 1970s cult hit, Ca Plane Pour Moi (It's Gliding for Me).
The rest of the article is surely a piss-take:
Height of his fame in the 1980s... stunned his now middle-aged fans... Lou Deprijck... mustachioed record producer... Belgium... "He has insulted my talent"... “Plastic did several voice tests"... secret pact... Ca Plane Pour Moi was the B-side... Pogo Pogo... Bertrand wanted to record songs for children... "surrealistic"... Deprijck fiddled with it.
As for the song itself...
Wham! Bam! my cat Splash
lies on my bed with his tongue puffed out
by drinking all my whisky.
As for me, not enough sleep, drained, persecuted,
I had to sleep in the gutter
where I had a flash
in four colours