Produced by The Great Spy Experiment and Leonard Soosay.
Written by Saiful Idris.
Recorded and mixed by Leonard Soosay at Snakeweed Studios, Singapore. Additional mixing by Saiful Idris at Surrender HQ, Singapore.
Mastered by Frank Arkwright at Abbey Road Studios, UK.
"Nights Lights (A Work of Fiction & Ambient Remixes)" written and produced by Saiful Idris at Surrender HQ, Singapore.
Mastered by Jesse Skeens at Medway Studios, UK.
© 2015 Riot! Records / Fictionalism Records
Download the EP at the Surrender HQ Store.
She's really something else, this one. Soon-to-be 50 but proudly b(e)aring a tramp-stamp that reads 'forever young'. The quintessential modern Asian hottie - dressed to turn heads and lift spirits, every part of her lovingly manicured to perfection. Neither bashful nor apologetic of her brash flaunting of faux nubility, manufactured by years of facelifts and superficial surgery. Within, her bones are a mess of fractures, of fragmented flesh and organs, and indiscreet structures. Her blood, ever needlessly urgent, meanders through her network of orderly borders. Her vessels, tangled and congested, make it hard to breathe. No longer can we recognise the sweet kampong girl we grew up with and fell for, of simple charms and simpler allure, much like the slow-motion kebaya-clad girls on TV basking in the glow of a faraway sun. Driven by a relentless pursuit of riches and the immaterial material, she's slept with the devil, and cavorted with his minions. For all the diamonds, the fast cars and the millions. And with great guile, they've transformed her into the highest of high-class hookers, a favourite among the highest of Western and PRC high-rollers. Her actions are governed by a mind that's distinctly separate from her conscience. And it breaks her heart, her largely-transplanted heart, into 5 million pieces (possibly 7 million by 2030).
But we love her. For all her flaws and imperfections. For the scars on her back, and the scratches on her skin. For the noose around her neck, and the sunburn on her chin. We love her. And we miss her. For who she was to us. But more so, for who we were to her. And in the colour of the night and the shadow of her light, she reminds us of our first love, that sweet kampong girl, simply beautiful and full of hope.
(Originally published in July 2014.)