He's a foppy French guy with a voice like a sad English woman, his cover of Britney's "Womanizer" won him a slot on Perez Hilton's record label, and he has said his music has "a childish element, mixed with irony." If that makes you want to give Sliimy a swirly topped off by a pile driver, the folky art pop on his debut is too understated to inspire much wrath. At times, the former Yanis Sahraoui's singing suggests a girlier version of Beth Orton, as he fashions pouting, breezy tunes out of old New Wave melodies and uncomfortable subject matter like anorexia or his mother's death. Not as bizarre as the pedigree implies, Paint Your Face is just weird enough to leave a creepy aftertaste.