This record blows my mind. It is at once catchy, hummable and avant-garde. There are two big "wow" points here. The first is the "string," (le fil), a tone that persists throughout the entire record (and beyond, into secret-track land). This literally ties the entire record together and makes you listen to it as a suite: not that the songs don't stand by themselves, but this persistent note just keeps pulling you into the next one.
The second big thing is that it is arranged almost all a cappella. Yes, there are instruments. But no, the instruments don't take center stage. It's all about the voice, the human beatbox, and the clap. This gives the record a real organic feeling: it doesn't sound as if it was spit out of a hit factory. I am amazed at Camille's self-assurance in making a record like this that relies so wholly on her own voice to carry it.
The lyrics are wry, funny, and thought-provoking, but in my mind are almost completely occluded by the breathtaking arrangements and production.
I am sure many people will browse this CD on Amazon and imagine that it's some kind of folk-song/chanson update, along the lines of Keren Ann, Carla Bruni, or Coralie Clement. It's not; it's more wonderful and inspiring and adventurous than those ladies' music. Incomparable is really the best word to describe "Le Fil."