Jan Lamb and Eric Kwot are forever loves of my life.
I have fangirled them for decades. My written Chinese would be even more pathetic if not for the weekly fanletters I wrote them through my tween years and they did answer back. I still listen to their radio program constantly and that was a habit for life started with all that sneaking of headphones through the arm of school uniform during class and chuckled out loud hence detention days. Their concerts are the only thing I would never miss, I do not do that for nobody else.
I love them. I love them still pushing it with their sharpest satires.
This is why:
This is handover in minutes. These are songs of my youth, the original words I still know by heart, every word, songs on safe sex, AIDS awareness, girls, boys, love, the uncertainty (now no more huhhuh) of the handover, fandom before the digital age, all seminal pop songs of the time is now RedArmy propagandized with a frozen smile by them to slap a big WTF on the miasma of RED of the current climate.