Meet Brigitte. Two girls for the price of one. Mayane never got the record deal she deserved. Sylvie never broke through with Vendetta. And then they met:
A blonde asked a brunette in a fallafel shop of la Rue des Rosiers in Paris: “Do you want to make music with me?” The brunette smiled and said “yes!” With a small guitare with butterflies on it, a glockenspiel, a melodica, a mac, two voices, four hands, two heads and one room, they did just that. The name, you ask? Because of Brigitte Bardot, Brigitte Lahaye, Brigitte Fontaine, and Brigitte the old aunt of the girl next door; Brigitte was born.And they sound like this:
