polaroids of androids

I ordered a flat white. The Black Kids ordered five raspberry sodas. The purpose of our coffee house meeting was to discuss their next move. So far the plan had been a complete success - the top-end music websites had shown love, the divine beings (bloggers) had blessed our every move and we had created the kind of hype that if weighed would be heavier than a thousand or so Beth Ditto's. The world was ours to take.

But our next step involved a series of notoriously tricky decisions. Firstly, do we keep dangling the carrot in front of the kids, give them another EP, four tracks of 'pure pop bliss' and/or 'heavenly indie jams'. Or do we dare to go all out and stretch it to a more profitable full length release. After some discussion and several more brightly coloured beverages we decided to go for an album, ten tracks that will pick up right where the incredibly infectious I'm Not Going To Teach Your Boyfriend... left off. Speaking of which, we also decided that it would be a great idea to redo that track, strip out all of the lo-fi cuteness and much like the general vibe we are going to aim for with the album - polish the shit out of it.

We also locked in the producer for the record - former Suede guitarist, Bernard Butler. We really liked the way he sucked a lot of the rawness out of Cut Off Your Hands on their last EP.

As we made the final artwork decisions (something kinda kooky) and the meeting concluded 'the Kids' were looking tired. Little did they know that this was just the beginning. This was going to be one of those world famous records that your hear about in years to come. My as yet unborn children and their unborn children (which would be my grand children) would talk about this album in the same high regard as Never Mind The Bollocks, London Calling and that last Kings Of Leon record which I always forget the name of. This was going to be the album where we rise above the hype and rightfully join the likes of the Kaiser Chiefs, Operator Please and Arctic Monkeys at the top of the indie mountain.

You better watch out - we are gonna be huge.