Sylvaine Éternelle

Yéyé meets synthwave. Paris, unstuck in time.

The Temporal Anomaly

In 1964, during a soundcheck at the Olympia, Sylvaine touched a Neumann microphone that had once belonged to Piaf and stepped out of the timeline entirely. She has been recording ever since — yéyé sung with the certainty of 1964, produced with synthesizers that wouldn't be built for twenty years. Farfisa organ, handclaps, white go-go boots, and songs that catalogue cheeses and bridges and refuse, on principle, to explain themselves. Between numbers she offers only silence.

"You are assuming that I experience time as you do. I do not."

"French is the language in which one can be most precisely dismissive."