“The French-Canadian music station they always play at Kéan coffee blows goats.”
Really it does. The music is all folk rock or “rootsy” singer songwriter material extruded from an industrial slurm vat through an FM compressor. The only reason it hurts less than typical soft-twat “acoustic” muzak is that my French isn’t as food as it was and I don’t understand all the lyrics.
Who wakes up every day and says “hey! I want to make some inoffensively pleasant sound totally indistinguishable from the rest of this genre! That is gonna be so much fun!”?