I Ain't Fakin, I Ain't Fakin Now.

Acoustic, acoustic... I never appreciated acoustic music the way it should be, with the realness blatantly imprinted on the wax.

A few months ago, I found a clip of the Ting Tings on Indie's website. They were performing acoustic, but what I liked the most about it was how un-acoustic it sounded. They were mishmashing two of their most popular songs (Great DJ and That's Not My Name). It was brilliant. I was hooked.

A few weeks later, I was shocked to find that their show had sold out before I had a chance to buy tickets. Were they already that popular? I didn't even hear them on the radio yet.

A few days ago, Enoch sent me some Ting Ting acoustic songs. Like a mentally disabled dog incapable of learning new things even after deep-rooted self-proclaimed transcendental analysis, I ignored his email and instead, went straight to listening to the full album.

I think I fall in love too easily. The one great thing I love about the Ting Tings is that every song is different. They don't pigeonhole themselves into one tiny niche where you think - Ah, yes, this. Instead, they make you like each and every song for very different reasons.

This one is my favorite:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j3CsWQ5g14Y