His formula was Jonathan Richman's and the European one: a bit of Velvet Underground, a little Postcard-sound and French chanson. Simple and easy songs, guitar sounds and rhythms of pleasure, all pleasing and fragrant motto like a freshly baked baguette on the banks of the Thames.
Now the materials are quieter and more reflexive when, thirty years ago, the man also gained a piece of English rankings and came to Italy to show small miracles.
The side-by-side stigma but the author and his band always lack the strength to make it effective with a more marked hook or some appropriate trick: Animals, All The Saints, Shakey. However, this man remains a bit of a heart.