Tripleone

Tegan & Sara - So Jealous

I just love it when artists fuse pop sensability with something that can only be described as…more. And thats exactly what these lesbian twins managed to do. What? Hey! Why is it that everybody I say that to are like "WTF? They’re lesbian and incestious?" Come on, you wouldn’t say that about hetero-twins of opposite sex, would you? 

Well this album can only be described as sweet. Great for sunday drives and great for lazing with a girl on your lap. Their voices are as one of my malay friends described, manja, so sweet you would excuse the heavy use of chorus effects and double-recording. The instrumentals are minimal, such that when the occasional keyboard or distorted guitar kicks in, you REALLY savor it.

For the musically aware, this is their sophomore effort, being backed up by two members of the New Pornographers.

The songwriting comes across as brutally honest, and this is much much more edible than the Yeah Yeah Yeahs to me. It is very much 80’s pop-punk rehashed. Very catchy at times.

For a guaranteed good listen, check out I know, I know, I know,  Fix You Up and Downtown. And then when you like it, go out and buy the album like a decent person. Ahem.

Snag this up if you like Sleater-Kinney or Indigo Girls.

You see, me and my buddies Vira and Jake really are infantile juvenile twats. And we love it. Take for instance the picture of Vira’s nose being prodded using the photography method of manual superimposing where i match my hand up to his nose, snap and then look at the pic on my phone and snigger snigger.

But the thing is, we further enjoy laughing at people even more infantile juvenile than us. Such as the person who bothered to create the following piece of vandal art.

Yup. Anus collections. Wanna shop? Some genius really bothered to prop himself up high enough to neatly place white tape over the ha of Anusha Collections to make Anus Collections. Nice. Well, the shop doesn’t bother to ask you to use the back door.

What do you get when you put two artists, one fasting and one with a severe lack of sleep into a car travelling at 180km/h southbound from KL - The StudioVoxel Singapore Connection.

I haven’t been writing on here a while. Actually I never do. So I’ll start with this which happened two weeks ago.

We had been doing a children’s book for the Singapore Pharmaceutical Society. A book invented with the sole purpose of propagating to our (well, Singapore’s actually) new generation, the fact the western medicine’s good. Real good. That was completely against my principles to begin with. I had dated a girl who taught me better, more natural ways of taking care of myself as opposed to using colorful tablets and pills whose names end with -ton -tal -sol and so on. But I did it anyway. My company needed the money.

So at the eleventh hour, the time when we needed to hand the goods to fed-ex to take to Singapore for printing, shit hits the fan bounces off the floor and smacks us all right in the face. Cd-burners stopped working, networks went down in the studio, the f**kin works. Even fed-ex dude was rude to employees at our sister company Energy Day Spa where the work was to be sent out, and he left.

So I took over. I fed-exed it, me and my Art Director Amir Shah, to Singapore ourselves. I had two and a half hours to get there and a Toyota RAV-4. So we maxed it out. The poor thing couldnt go any faster, but we did it. We got from KL to Singapore in less than  2 and a half hours.

So sorry God, I didn’t fast that day. Sorry but I really needed that coffee, and I needed to smoke that cigarette. I was stressed. It was PURELY for practical reasons. I mean, smoking a cigarette in a car going at 180 is like smoking while sky diving. I was so tired at times I hallucinated that fed-ex dude appeared in front of us, and we happily smacked right into him while screaming to Muse’s Origin of Symmetry.

Well at least I enjoyed two hours in Singapore. I got to see our well-developed neighbor and childhood home in all its glory. Didn’t get to pick up those behavorial manuals they’ve been making - how to be romantic, how to be courteous - I would have given one to fed-ex dude. But I got Mos Burger, and I even got one for that girl who taught me against pharmaceuticals - so I hope I made up for it.