Originally posted by johncorrigan
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Yes, that works for me. It is a funny thing - how the apparent slackers who know precisely what they are doing are so much more appealing than those in life who are supposed to know what they are doing and are as slack as hell. I make no bones about being for Sister Theresa - it's totally perverse and bordering on the willful but I take little notice now of the rest. When I see her I feel slightly reassured. I guess it is the appearance. I can't help it. I definitely get a bit of chemistry there. Anyhow, from what I gather these people spend most of their time hanging out on an island in the Thames. I heard their indie chippy chop style a long time ago and didn't mind it but a forum mate, George, has posted this one. Not sure of its period but it is different from their norm. I quite took to it as to me it invoked Van and a lot of indier vehicles on a northern soul style sixties motorway. No cars allowed; it's purely designed for amateur boating. Not so much a breeze as a windy chug-along. Do the members comprise sons and a son and his father? I'can't recall but if so, that might well explain it:
The Mystery Jets - Sister Everett - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BqzeHlWXf-w
(the bit before the end sounds like early music and the actual end is unexpectedly abrupt)

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