We did something yesterday that we haven’t done for a very, very long time. Was it that we went on a walk on the Heath with some peeps? Nope, we’ve walked on the Heath before with some peeps. Did that in December. Shit, yo. Was it that we had a Sunday roasty in Highgate? Nah, we hit that on the reg. We had a deep-friend Mars Bar for the first time ever, but that doesn’t quite qualify doing something that we haven’t done in a while. Yesterday evening, we managed to actually listen to some new music as an isolated act of recreation – which we broached with a sense of profound nostalgia as this was indeed what we used to do in our parents’ house just before we had the idiot idea of starting this thing in the first place. For the last two years or so, or for the most-part thereof at least, it has very much felt like our ostensible journey of music discovery has been subdued by the omnipresence of a never-ending sea of administrative tasks that, while putting food on the table, otherwise serve as a very unwelcome distraction to what we truly enjoy about this line of work. Maybe we should just be shit at everything and then no one would lumber us with such folly. Anyway, we were delighted to be able to tuck into this guy KYKO with this newly-rediscovered sense of focus. How he has managed to evade the beady eye of the British music industry up until this point is another thing on the ever-growing list of things that we really don’t understand about the world that we find ourselves living in. This has got major label indie-pop cred written all over it and by fucking hell does it have the musical prowess, production and image to back this shit up. Take note, you spying scout buggers. Do some work. Yeah. Mr KYKO is in fact Mr Scott Verrill, and he is from South London. By the looks of things, there is only one of him and he enjoys walks in the park. He also likes to make music that otherwise rests in the worlds of Sons & Lovers, Lisbon, Bastille and The 1975, which from what we understand are not such a walk in the proverbial park in terms of the ostensible competish, as evidence by the clear commercial appeal of current Track Of The Day Animals. We’ll have no problem getting behind this guy and you might as well do the same, given that he’ll probably see you at The Brits in about, oh, two years time. That’s how long these sorts of things take, right?

KYKO – Animals


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