when he walks through the door your knees drop to the floor Welcome to French week here at the ghost robot. Probably not a whole week. Half a week at best. Anyway, Paris has an incredibly good underground creative community/ dj party scene right now and I want to share some of the best the city of lights has to offer.

Uffie's debut single comes out on Valentine's day on Ed Banger Records (git it?), but she's already got the internet going nutz. More specifically, she's the latest example in an ongoing debate about the globalization and loss of context in hip-hop musics. Some dudes are salty cause Ms. Uff isn't making clever rhymes or spitting ill science rhymes about the five elements of hip-hop or some other traditionist bullshit. They say she doesn't know how to "really rap," but that's kinda besides the whole point. Instead of trying to be the new Rah Digga or someting, Uffie is dropping stylish sex party raps over glitched up french eclectro-house. Wait, what's the problem here?

I watched Style Wars last night, a 1983 documentary about NYC subway graffiti writers. It's probably as close to "pure" hip-hop culture as you can get. In a particularly memorable scene, the camera pans over to the side of a train where a bomber has writen "Just A Kid Growing Up." That seems to say it all: Graffiti was a revolutionary new type of populist art with political implications, but it was also kids having fun, crafting an identity, and trying to find a little place for themselves in the world. Uffie's doing the same thing, and doing it big. Holy shit is this fun- it's like Peaches without the STDs or Le Tigre without the feminist ethics or "Toxic" era Britney, before K-Fed and kids.

Uffie featuring Mr. Oizo- Ready To Uff

Disclosure: She's also hot.

PS-Bonus Music Video: Ghostface- Daytona 500 (Wu-Tang vs. Speedracer)  ¶ 2:04 PM