Dear Jamie T,
We are sorry we missed you last night at Schuba's. Ever since our Crazy Cousin Kate (Check her out, she is the Hot Reebok model who 'thinks on her feet.' How gorgeous is she? Yeah, that's right we're blood) introduced us to your music, we have been hooked.
You sound like a hippy hipstery, edgier, cooler beat-prone Jason Mraz produced by Scott Storch or Timbaland or something. Except you're British, only 21, full of anxiety (hence the album title 'Panic Prevention') and even have defeated Thom Yorke for a 'Best Solo Artist' award. Insane, man. We blow you air kisses. Sorry our breath smells of chicken noodle soup though.
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