/ that left my heart in a mess
Attn:
Next time, do not be shocked if you ever see what seems to be a guy with a turtle back, skipping home as if without a hell in the world at eleven pm plus around the serangoon or kovan areas.
Try to stay calm, for past observations report that he means no harm, in fact he seems completely oblivious to the world around him. Closer surveillance has found that he has a pair of earphones plugged comfortably into his ears, but it is anyone's guess what could he be possibly listening to with such a slight grin and a step.
Tantalizing clues have, however been discovered that may shed further light on this mystery.
Through superior use of technology we have intercepted signals from the subject's small black zen player, which seems to be capable of so much more but just suffers from the singaporean mentality that foreign is good, and thus suffers from being heavily intimidated by the Ipod.
Initial transcripts of said intercepts have revealed the origin of the signals to be from a band named THE MYSTERY JETS. More intelligence on this nefarious influence will be released in due time as our sources unearth more. Early reports of a very retro sound with dastardly irresistible jangly guitars have attributed the resultant catchiness to the band built around the core duo of the lead singer being the son of the lead guitarist, who had undoubtedly brought the best of the 60/70s rock and roll melodies to the present.
Such simple indie neo-psychedalia rock should pose no threat on its own though, but reports of a fantastic female singer named LAURA MARLING being featured in the song too should be taken very seriously. Though she may be two years younger than even the mysterious turtle-backed subject, her own songs have been known to bring a smile to even people who have been caught completely fucked in the middle of a sudden downpour that has been battering this island with increasing frequency lately.
We have attempted to write up reports of our earlier contact with her tunes before, but all have ended up half done and unready to be published for every one of our agents have been reduced to a perky idiot babbling something about her quietly matured lyrics that bring her so much above the rash of recent ' indie' female singer-songwriters like yael naim, kate voegal, sandrine, fine frenzy, sara bareilles, duffy etc etc to have emerged all over the world and started stealing so much shelf space at HMV.
We hereby advise all to beware of her semi folk debut album ALAS, I CANNOT SWIM that has been making its way around unsuspecting targets. Do NOT be fooled be her sanguine voice for beneath it hides MALICIOUS and ultimately SOUL EATING wry lyrics laced with traces of darkness.
Young Love could be this year's Young Folks. Remember that blasted 2006 tune that infiltrated even local radio airplay and infected so many pretentious twats that thought it glorious all because it sounded so ' fresh' and ' different' from everything else on the radio? Well it could happen again. And with your help, we can stop this from sweeping the general populace again. Like dengue, only the symptoms ( easy going happiness/ off key delightful humming/ skipping) of listening to such music can be dealt with small doses of depression and rain. No known cure, even heartbreak or prolonged boredom, has been successful in killing the root virus.
Remember, it could strike even YOU!
Clear your house of still water too. Dengue is terrible.
Thank you.
Mystery Jets - Young Love
Next time, do not be shocked if you ever see what seems to be a guy with a turtle back, skipping home as if without a hell in the world at eleven pm plus around the serangoon or kovan areas.
Try to stay calm, for past observations report that he means no harm, in fact he seems completely oblivious to the world around him. Closer surveillance has found that he has a pair of earphones plugged comfortably into his ears, but it is anyone's guess what could he be possibly listening to with such a slight grin and a step.
Tantalizing clues have, however been discovered that may shed further light on this mystery.
Through superior use of technology we have intercepted signals from the subject's small black zen player, which seems to be capable of so much more but just suffers from the singaporean mentality that foreign is good, and thus suffers from being heavily intimidated by the Ipod.
Initial transcripts of said intercepts have revealed the origin of the signals to be from a band named THE MYSTERY JETS. More intelligence on this nefarious influence will be released in due time as our sources unearth more. Early reports of a very retro sound with dastardly irresistible jangly guitars have attributed the resultant catchiness to the band built around the core duo of the lead singer being the son of the lead guitarist, who had undoubtedly brought the best of the 60/70s rock and roll melodies to the present.
Such simple indie neo-psychedalia rock should pose no threat on its own though, but reports of a fantastic female singer named LAURA MARLING being featured in the song too should be taken very seriously. Though she may be two years younger than even the mysterious turtle-backed subject, her own songs have been known to bring a smile to even people who have been caught completely fucked in the middle of a sudden downpour that has been battering this island with increasing frequency lately.
We have attempted to write up reports of our earlier contact with her tunes before, but all have ended up half done and unready to be published for every one of our agents have been reduced to a perky idiot babbling something about her quietly matured lyrics that bring her so much above the rash of recent ' indie' female singer-songwriters like yael naim, kate voegal, sandrine, fine frenzy, sara bareilles, duffy etc etc to have emerged all over the world and started stealing so much shelf space at HMV.
We hereby advise all to beware of her semi folk debut album ALAS, I CANNOT SWIM that has been making its way around unsuspecting targets. Do NOT be fooled be her sanguine voice for beneath it hides MALICIOUS and ultimately SOUL EATING wry lyrics laced with traces of darkness.
Young Love could be this year's Young Folks. Remember that blasted 2006 tune that infiltrated even local radio airplay and infected so many pretentious twats that thought it glorious all because it sounded so ' fresh' and ' different' from everything else on the radio? Well it could happen again. And with your help, we can stop this from sweeping the general populace again. Like dengue, only the symptoms ( easy going happiness/ off key delightful humming/ skipping) of listening to such music can be dealt with small doses of depression and rain. No known cure, even heartbreak or prolonged boredom, has been successful in killing the root virus.
Remember, it could strike even YOU!
Clear your house of still water too. Dengue is terrible.
Thank you.
Mystery Jets - Young Love
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