Chloé French Goes Messy in a 60s-Inspired French Disco Revival

Let me be honest – I was suspicious. Not because I doubt talent when it introduces itself wearing houndstooth and oversized shades like it owns the century. But because translating rawness into French can be like turning a hangover into haute couture. And yet, here comes Chloé French, 24, Geneva-bred and NYC-polished, daring to do exactly that – taking Lola Young’s Messy, a song that already bleeds all over the place, and slipping it into silk stockings and disco heels.

I hit play expecting a beautiful wreck, and what I got was… well, beautiful. And precise. But never clean – thank God. That would’ve been betrayal. This isn’t about cleaning up the mess – it’s about making it dance. Chloé French seduces with every syllable.

Dressing Up the Chaos in Couture

If you’ve ever spent a morning in a Parisian café, watching people hold themselves together with eyeliner and espresso, you’ll understand the mood here. Chloé wears Messy (But French) like a Dior trench – sharp cut, lived-in, lipstick on the collar, and a story you’ll never get the full version of.

Lola Young’s original track was a hurricane with bruised knuckles. That version was confessional, heavy on the eyes, and beautifully unsolved – the kind of thing that dares you to look away. Turning that into French? Into a groove? That’s the tightrope Chloé walks. And she does it in platform loafers.

There’s something genius – or utterly unhinged, ha – about laying indie disco underneath lines once soaked in self-disgust. And yet, it works. The cinematic production cradles the edges of the rawness without rounding them off, and I like this. The French-language twist adds both mystery and heat – like a whispered secret you understand, even if you don’t speak the language.

When Lola Meets Lolita in the City of Lights

I caught myself staring at the single artwork again – red stripes pulled and stretched like lipstick across a bathroom mirror early morning. Messy lingers. Like a wine stain you gave up on, like a secret written sideways. Perfect. And then I started wondering what kind of guts it takes to tackle a song like this. Not cover it. But translate it, reinvent it. To step into someone else’s heartbreak and repaint it in your own shades – rouge, noir, and a whisper of lavender.

I imagine Chloé in the studio, probably in sunglasses (yes, indoors – and why not?), making decisions that aren’t easy: How much of me goes in here? How much of her do I leave untouched? The result is not a mirror of the original, but a dirty flirtation. A dream sequence. Imagine Lola Young leaving her diary in a hotel room in Montmartre, and Chloé French reading it over Gauloises and espresso, humming to herself. That’s the vibe.

The NYC Tapes: A Tease with Red Lipstick and Jet Lag

Chloé’s just getting started – this track is part of a bigger picture. Messy (But French) is the second single teasing her upcoming debut EP The NYC Tapes, expected January 2026. A name that already makes me want to drink coffee out of a paper cup and look emotionally unavailable.

Her first release this summer gave us the hint: she’s not in the game to blend in. And now, with this latest track, she’s confirming it – she’s weaving vintage French glamour, with the millennial urge to tell the truth at all costs. But always with style, always with a wink.

Somewhere in the middle of this whole sonic haze, I had a proper chat with Chloé – about the track, the trench coat, the chaos behind the glamour. That conversation’s landing in the very first edition of IndieDose. Just stick around Groover City this month and you’ll find out more about it. No spoilers – but bring headphones and a little time.

Messy De Facto

I know – some covers try to replicate. But this one, guys… this one reinvented the damn thing. And somewhere between Geneva, New York, and Paris at midnight, Chloé French just carved her name into a very sharp corner of modern pop. With lipstick. And a grin.

Want more Chloé? Her world’s just a few clicks away – Instagram, Spotify, Tik Tok. All there, all dressed up, waiting for you.