Finally I found my serial topic: the other side of the jukeboxes, the discreet one, are the undisclosed blacklists of penetrating earworms. But thanks to all whistleblowers this calls for a change. Thinblooded, bravehearted, playfull and vitamin-doped as everybody knows me I start publishing Number One of the infamous bastards. This song is haunting me for weeks now at every turn – but can´t help: I like it. Sign of a Midlake crisis?