The A‑side gives me shades of Mickey & Sylvia’s Love Is Strange — not a direct lift, more
like the spiritual cousin that shows up uninvited to the family reunion. But
let’s be honest: these two supposed lovebirds aren’t exactly setting the room
on fire. Jean drifts off‑key in a way that suggests the engineer shrugged and
said, “Eh, close enough,” while Hal drones along beside her with all the
enthusiasm of a man reading warranty information. The chemistry? Let’s say they
sound like they’re checking boxes rather than falling headfirst into passion.
And yet… somehow it grows on you. Maybe that’s the trick. Maybe they’re aiming for that “we’re in love but we’ve got to play it cool” vibe — the kind of romance where the sparks are there, but both parties pretend not to notice.
But here’s the thing: sometimes the A‑side is just the polite handshake before the real introduction. Flip this
sucker over and suddenly the room changes temperature. The B‑side
explodes with a raw, stomping R&B declaration that practically kicks the turntable into gear: “Don’t you know I love you… Don’t tell me no lies…” This is the kind of track that makes you look around the shop to
see if anyone else is hearing what you’re hearing. It’s urgent, it’s messy,
it’s glorious — This isn’t polite romance anymore — this is someone pounding on
the door at 2 a.m. with FEELINGS. This is passion with its hair on fire. This
is the B‑side that leaps out of the sleeve, grabs you by the collar, and
screams, “WHY WAS I NOT THE A‑SIDE, YOU FOOLS?”
A true lost gem, rescued from obscurity by the sacred ritual of flipping the
record. Now we’re in business!
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