For the magnificence of this to make sense you need to first read this, then read this. In brief, a tape recorder arrived in the post last week, and a letter arrived this morning from Russia, along with a ticket to pick up a mysterious jacket from a dry cleaning place.
(We keep referring to it as a dry cleaning place because we don't know where to put the apostrophe in dry cleaner's'.)
So here we go.
It's the dry cleaning place!
Let's get the ticket out.
At this point the man at the dry cleaning place starts chuckling. We start wondering if this might be an elaborate assassination attempt, but he goes off to find our mystery jacket.
He brings it to the counter. He's still chuckling away. "Who brought this in?" we ask. More chuckling.
Back at the office, we take off the plastic wrapping.
It's the Hurts logo!
But what's this in the inside pocket?
A GOLD CASSETTE.
Lovely.
Anything else?
It's a photo with the date of Hurts' London show on it.
Let's get that cassette into the tape player, shall we?
Lovely.
This is what it sounds like.
There are some bits of songs on the tape, as well as a load more radio waffle, but we'll probably get told off for putting those online.
What have we learned?
1. Pop is exciting.
2. Hurts are amazing.
3. The end.