New and Noteworthy: LectroLips ~ NSA (preview)

I find it really difficult to write about music that's not available for my 11 or so readers to listen to. It feels elitist and wrong - like prime minister Hugh Grant not knowing potty mouth Martine McCrotch's name in best film ever, Love, Actually. I'll make an exception though for the forthcoming debut single from those lovely LectroLips boys - because when you're bored of The X-Factor this autumn, NSA is the song you'll be putting on while you straighten your bowtie ready for a night of shimmying in your favourite booze selling music playing bar :) Its like a track from Madonna's 30 year old debut has travelled forward in time, had illicit relations with Geri Halliwell's Heaven / Hell (Being Geri Halliwell) and given birth to a baby drenched in the DNA of Blurred Lines and Get Lucky. And the perscapacity of NSA is that it will sound utterly at home and fresh next to ANY of those ubiquitous ditties. Trust me - I've tested the theory. Like the LectroLips boys themselves, it's a song saturated with allure and sex appeal. So much so that you get a little moist just listening to it... Deadpan lyrics are delivered along side a frothy beat and a ridiculously catchy riff of "hey hey hey"; you'll be singing it well into winter and grooving to it way past spring. From an arsenal of already fine songs, this is their very finest to date. I'm just sorry you can't listen to it yet - but hopefully this will build anticipation which will have an utterly orgasmic payoff :) Follow the chaps on Twitter at @LectroLips for all the news on its imminent release. In the meantime, play their song Vanilla (above). Not only is it jolly spiffing, but Vanilla is my fave ice cream flavour : D

(Though my second least fave sexual position :P)

UPDATE: 20/9/13 ~ Hoo-blooming-ray. The song is finally available to fully listen to online if you click THIS WORD right now. By clicking THIS WORD you will no doubt find yourself taken to LectroLips very own corner of the internet; their soundcloud page where you can have some No Strings Attached fun while gazing longingly at their rather spiffy pictures. Six weeks on from when I first heard it, it's still a proper corking tune and if anything is more throbbing & persistent than it was first time round. The sparse percussion almost becomes a rhythmic spanking pattern, a musical 50 shades of grey if you will. The robotic vocals give an air of detachment that ensures the entire tune does feel like it's a tawdry annonymous encounter. It's salaciously delicious, evocatively persistent and sleazily more-ish. Tap into your inner urges and go wild. Now, you bring the fluffy handcuffs and I'll meet you at the Motel 6...