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Ah those French can be so incestuous. Sébastien Tellier's first big tour was with sonic brethren Air, and his latest disc Sexuality was produced by sonic opposite Guy-Manuel de Homem-Christo of Daft Punk. Tellier creates frothy compositions that at times just barely hold on to terrestrial grounding, constantly threatening to gently rise into the upper reaches of the atmosphere.

Usually when we see a show that really blows us away, the initial impact is stunning, and then fades to a fond moment or two in our head. Daft Punk's performance at last year's Lollapalooza forced us to walk away from that show with an entirely new inner relationship with the band.

Daft Punk is finally leaving our shores, but here's something to remember them by until the next time those two robots fly over our fair city....

One of our favorite rock albums of the last year was created by two guys who don’t play a single conventional instrument. To add insult to injury, the gentlemen in question also come from a nation that despises the phrase “freedom fries.” Worse yet? They threw one of our own fair city’s preeminent hip-hop celebrity missionaries into a tizzy when they snatched an MTV Europe award from his hands last year, spiraling said local celeb...

It’s difficult to choose only one performance that was my favorite from 2007 Lollapalooza. Polyphonic Spree's joyous performance captured my heart and made me remember what Lollapalooza and all music festivals are for — losing myself in the music. The Yeah Yeah Yeahs put on an energetic, tight set, and Daft Punk brought it all home with a phenomenal stage show that was never topped throughout the weekend.

To background, I manage a Chicago band called Tom Schraeder & His Ego, which landed a coveted spot on the 2007 bill. Though our slot was early (12:30 p.m. on Friday), the work for artists doesn’t stop once they’ve loaded up their vans (or in our case, the hearse) and exited the festival grounds. To give our esteemed Chicagoist readers a quick sketch of life deep on the Lollapalooza undercard, I kept a scribbled-note journal...

Each morning we're going to highlight five bands playing at Lollapalooza that we think are worth seeing. Some will be popular, some less known, but we believe they're all worth your time. And for those not making it to the festival itself, we'll round it out with an additional show going on after the grounds close down for the evening. The Switches We are sure we'll be cursing this band from England throughout the day....

The day is finally here! We get to mark up the schedule, fight with our friends over who to see, and determine what time we have to wake up to make it down to Grant Park. The Lollapalooza schedule is finally out. Also, if a three-day pass seemed excessive, the single day tickets are now on sale for $80. Which headliner will make the previously unconvinced head to the festival? Will it be Daft Punk...

What’s impossible to write about last night’s LCD Soundsystem show at the Metro is just how many influences there are in James Murphy’s songs, let alone an entire night’s setlist. The lyrics from “Losing My Edge” can give us a little insight into just which sounds may be hiding in the mix, even if Murphy’s only being sarcastic. Disco. Industrial. New Wave. Funk. Glam. Punk.

Is it OK to love the French again? We transferred all that misplaced aggression to the Dixie Chicks, right? It just seems silly to hate an entire country that is so in favor of the libertine joys of wine, cheese and dance music. In the spirit of bringing us closer to our Parisian brothers and sisters, Chicagoist offers you a pair of tickets to see Justice spin at Smart Bar this Thursday at 10 p.m....

We really should have known better. We were all stoked to see Brit-hop sensation Uffie live, and in the flesh, at The Funky Buddha Lounge last night. We did out homework, checked up on her set-time and showed up just in time to catch her in the 10:30 slot. As we walked in we realized that since there was only a handful of cool kids we were obviously too early. Now, we have booked hip-hop...

On the days when Chicagoist indulges the little ten-year old boy inside of our collective self (we call him Renaldo), we like to pretend that we have a secret identity that allows us to roam the city at night and fight crime. We put on a cool mask and cape to hide our alter ego and run around our apartment yelling “Have no fear, citizens! The Blogger-er is here!” until our significant other gets home and tells us to cut it out or there will be a revocation of carnal privileges.