Phonic infidelity.

Remember when, some time ago, I was telling you about how much the band The Killers was making my ears audio-orgasm on a regular and multiple basis? No? Well, that's probably because maybe I didn't put it exactly like that, but that was the general gist of it. Gist. Funny word, that. If it had signified a tiny Chinese girl sneezing, it would have been an onomatopoeia. A what? Yes.

But I digress.

What I didn't tell you is that my ears are sluts, and no, there's no nicer way of putting that. They're sluts, and have set their sights on a prettier girl. In other words, they are cheating on The Killers. They have now sunk their promiscuous little teeth into the selfproclaimed post punk/art rock band The Kaiser Chiefs, which are even better in the acoustic sack than their auricular predecessors.

The killers are the steady girlfriend - very attractive, fun to be with, perhaps even marriage material, but you know there's more. The Kaiser Chiefs, on the other hand, are the sultry 'n seductive mistress; that spunky lady that does unspeakable things with your body; that curvy young thing that never asks, just does; that cheeky chick that rings your doorbell not five seconds after your steady squeeze has left, begging for more shuffle & repeat.

The Killers are it. The Kaiser Chiefs are it + a nice set of tits.

You have been warned.

Cheers