Readers, we have mentioned here more times than it is healthy that we have a bit of a pash on Keane at the moment. So it makes sense for us to have been listening to Perfect Symmetry all day and illuminating our friends with amusing Facebook updates as we progress through the record ('Wendy is drinking Single Quinta in tribute to Tom out of Keane' etc). It is, of course, a comedy riot round our way.

If you have not heard it already, you will not know that it is amazing - massive, synthy, bombastic 80s FM pop. It does merrily rip off Ashes to Ashes on Better Than This, but that is a small quibble. The main thing is that it is a proper big pop record with some lovely plaintive bits and a devil-may-care, incredibly generous-in-these-difficult-times way with melody. The tunes are enormous. And though some have likened it to U2, Simple Minds and Tears for Fears, if it actually did sound like them we would not like it. BECAUSE THEN IT WOULD BE RUBBISH.

Anyway, imagine our surprise when we got to Black Burning Heart - 'track' number 10. Everyone, IT HAS GOT A FRENCH BIT IN IT. A verse sung in la language du love. It goes:

Je souhaiterai immerger...

...dans les profondeurs des mers.

Et disparaître...

Pour ne plus jamais être vu

Or something like that, our French is rusty. Anyway, this led us into something of a reverie - daydreaming of a world where Tom out of Keane would pick us up and give us a backie on his Pashley through the gay, sunny streets of Paris. I mean, IMAGINE. Or don't, look at these pictures. You know, whatever.

Or,

So. IMAGINE OUR SURPRISE X2 when, having emailed the press person to find out who was singing, he told us that...IT IS NOT TOM OUT OF KEANE. It is this guy:

This is what he said.

Rock, indeed, lovely press person. And well done to young Anael. Tom out of Keane probably can speak French (he is the Head Boy of Indie Pop, after all), but we can exclusively reveal he does not do the bits in foreign on this album. It is lucky Perfect Symmetry is so magnificent, readers, or we would be annoyed to have had our Parisian Keane-based day-dreams so utterly trashed.

As you were, etc.