There are artists you listen to, and then there are artists you live with.
La Femme has always been the second kind for me.

Writing about them this month feels different. More personal. Nearly like opening a window into the rooms I don’t always show, those darker corridors where music becomes more than entertainment. Where it becomes breath, meaning, survival.

A band that refuses to choose a single shape 

What I love most about La Femme is their freedom. They never stay in one box. 
Every album feels like a new world: surf, cold-wave, psych rock, electronic, soft pop, and something undefinable that only belongs to them, every note carries their fingerprint.
They reinvent themselves constantly without ever losing themselves.
And to me, that is pure art.

What also fascinates me most about La Femme is that they don’t belong anywhere, yet somehow they fit everywhere.
I’ve always admired artists capable of shape-shifting without trembling, without asking permission.

La Femme does that with the confidence of a band that knows its world is bigger than the borders of a genre.

Paradigme: a mirror held to the world 

Among all their albums, Paradigme is the one that speaks the loudest to me. Not only for the songs themselves, but for the film they released on Youtube. It’s a satirical fake TV show built like a bizarre mirror of our society. Watching it gives the album a deeper meaning.
Suddenly everything becomes clearer: the mask we wear, the roles we play, the noise we create just to feel alive. 
It exposes the absurdity around us, but also the absurdity inside us. And somehow, it makes all of it feel beautiful.

Paradigme arrived in my life when everything felt shaky. It didn’t give me answers, but it gave me space, a place where confusion could breathe.
Sometimes that’s all we need to keep going. 

Where it all began: Psycho Tropical Berlin

But before Paradigme came, the storm that started it all: Psycho Tropical Berlin.
This album launched them into the world. It’s wild, hypnotic, and completely unique.
A mixture of heat and cold, softness and danger, it carries that strange magnetism that pulls people toward music that feels both familiar and unsettling.

This debut album is iconic for a reason, it showed France, and the rest of the world, that La Femme was not just another band. They were a universe. 

Mystique, human, and strangely comforting

There’s something mystical in their music, something that feels like the inside of our emotions: messy, bright, fragile, alive.
They don’t pretend.
They simply create, honestly, strangely, beautifully.

Trying to explain La Femme is like trying to explain why a dream stays with you long after waking up.
It just does.

They’ve been a steady vibration in my life, a soundtrack for the moments where I didn’t know whether to fall apart or reinvent myself. 
La Femme doesn’t just make music. They create emotional landscapes.
And in those landscapes, I found places to breathe, to feel, to exist quietly and fully.
Every day, they make me vibrate a little bit more.

For many, it was the discovery of a band that didn’t sound like anyone else. 
For me, it was the beginning of a long companionship.

Cassandre Journoud