Scat Pack

The track smells of audacity and petrol: there's the roar of the engine, ringing promises, and a little dangerous flirting, which is always more exciting than decent love. The plot is as simple as a text message at two in the morning: a meeting, adrenaline, the desire to take her away so that no one sees. The words are a challenge, the beat is a bouncy groove, and between the lines is the eternal debate between ‘right’ and ‘fun.’ The result is a soundtrack for those who have long understood that living in secret is no life at all, but breaking free into the night for pleasure is just the thing.