No Christmas for John Quays
Our talent is only eclipsed by our humility. We recognize we can't always be awesome, or great, or even listenable. Once or twice the France has truly erred. Our cover of the Fall's "No Christmas for John Quays" is proof.
It's 1999, the tail end of the pre-Griggs four-piece days. We've done one recording session, a homemade four-track deal at Phil Horan and Robbie Beers' house. The songs don't sound so hot so we do nothing with them. Kindercore asks us to do a song for their second Christmas compilation. We say sure thing and promptly do nothing until the night before it's due. The four of us huddle into Jon Croxton's bedroom on Reese Street and quickly tear through the worst Fall cover ever committed to tape. We think it's funny to do an incompetent twee-pop rendition of such a loud, sneering, overbearing song. For the first and last time, the France is wrong.
To sum it up: we were lazy, we had no idea what we were doing, and the idea was a bad one to begin with. That'll be the name of our eventual career retrospective. The only good things are both ruined by the horrible production. Elise Jensen and DJ have a fine trumpet-and-guitar duet at the end undermined by the lo-fi fuzz of a level-blown cassette four-track. The final product was deemed unfit for American consumption, and only released as a bonus track on the Japanese reissue of Kindercore's first Christmas album, Christmas in Stereo. It was the first song ever officially released by Je Suis France. It's absolutely horrible.
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