"Raise your hands for a wicked jam"

Nov 22, 2007 18:27


I have nothing remotely interesting to convey as always.

However I have something I need to proclaim to the world in whatever mute sense that putting something in here achieves

I am in love with N'Tyce

These are them



They for those of you who don't know them were a British late 90's girl group who I used to listen to when I was like 14.

Now perhaps this is the influence of my being deeply mired in the nostalgia but I am so in love with their sound at the moment. It's such pure, optimistic stuff the very apex of the girl group r'n'b pop that was around at the time (Eternal/All Saints/The Spice Girls et al) in my opinion but inexplicably, if predictably, the least popular of the lot...

Bless them, I wonder what they are all doing now...

Their album has been consoling for so many years now in some strange simple sense.

It's full of this energetic, perfect harmonising that rescembles cheerleading chants done in sexy r'n'b voices.

It fills my spirits full of spun sugar and sunlight then lifts them till they reach the ceiling.

AND NOT AT ALL IN A REMOTELY SICKLY WAY which is the miraculous thing, they all sound so sassy and genuine and fucking excellent

*sigh*

Why are the good ones never that successful???

*sigh*

Please stop me before I buy all their singles on ebay......please I don't have the money to do it but I feel like retroactively rewarding the people that bought their singles for recognising their awesomeness or something...

which I'm fairly sure makes no logical sense and certainly makes no fiscal sense given that I have already spent too much buying Police badges on there (ha ha tho I now have a Stewart Copeland is GOD badge so that's pretty cool)

If only someone would upload the videos for their good songs like We Come to Party onto YouTube

Currently only Telefunkin'  and Boom Boom are up there and I am not so fond of either of those songs, plus the video and audio doesn' synch on Telefunkin'

*sigh*

the police, music, n-tyce, ebay, stewart copeland

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