Remember this?

No, us either. It's pretty good in a here's-another-beat-heavy-girl-singer-dance-hit-from-Hed-Kandi type way though. So why are we writing about it? We'll tell you why. Because of H-Boogie, that's why. H-whoogie? H-Boogie. She has a famous sister, but that's by the by. She's certainly no *tumble weed* Solange Knowles.

Imagine Booty Luv went on a cruise with ol' souraface La Roux. H-Boogie's tracks might be the musical equivalent of the sound of their conversations floating out across the sea. There's a handful of tracks on the myspace. 'Freaks Come Out' is catchy as hell after a couple of listens (she should hook up with Slaughterbrains), whilst 'On The Floor' has enough going for it (the annunciation on te-le-phone is particularly endearing) that Eurthymics might call it a 'Sweet Dreams homage' rather than an 'impending lawsuit'.

But it's 'The Radio' that's got us drooling all over the floor. It is bloody, bloody brilliant and should be on 'the radio' right effing now. No doubt in the very near future Pigeon will find himself awoken at some ungodly hour by this blasting from Robot's bedroom. A few more like this and H-Boogie is sorted.