“No one’s set on fire. No one’s gonna die.”
I usually just happen upon things, without any rhyme or reason. I’m often asked, “Where’d you hear this?” or “How’d you find them?”. Don’t ask, because I likely don’t know. My brain runs a thousand miles a minute. This is one (one of many…) of those instance. The Bleeps, comprised of Remy Lamont and Paul Parker, are kind of inexplicable. They call London home and sing a self-described amalgam of indie and hip-hop. We can only wonder. I was hooked after hearing, even in it’s brevity, the new single “These Things Happen”.