You know that electric sense that someone’s thinking about you — even if they’re continents away and probably asleep? That’s what “Supernatural Feelings” leans into. It’s a song that doesn’t quite walk in a straight line, instead swaying with the strange gravity of late-night longing. With their signature blend of hypnotic guitar lines and wonky synth textures, The Flints manage to bottle that weird emotional space where your brain can’t tell if it’s dreaming or just deeply overthinking.
The track oozes subtle drama, not in-your-face or overwrought, but in that steady, late-night phone call kind of way. Built between Manchester and Toronto — and later glued together in their home studio — it’s got this jet-lagged intimacy, with a melody that feels like it’s looping back on itself, just slightly off-centre. You can hear the fingerprints of KOZ, but the real magic is in George and Henry’s double-tracked vocals — that uncanny twin harmony that feels like it was grown, not recorded.
What’s great is that The Flints don’t try to over-explain the emotion. There’s space in the track. Enough room for the listener to project their own maybe-love, their own foggy-headed infatuation. The old-school vibe you mentioned is real — there’s something glammy in its bones, but filtered through an indie-psych lens that makes it land somewhere weird and beautiful. Not quite pop, not quite rock, definitely not background noise.
About The Flints:
Raised in Manchester and raised even closer by biology, George and Henry Flint spent years ghostwriting for the stars — from Jean Dawson to Melanie Martinez — before circling back to the most natural collaboration of all: each other. What started in childhood bedrooms during lockdown has now grown into a fully realised project, shaped by years of silent exchanges and shared demos. Their work with Justice on “Mannequin Love” and a wild run on the Hyperdrama world tour only sharpened their sound, reframing their own chemistry through a more fearless lens. The Flints aren’t just another sibling act — they’re a band that feels like a fever dream, built on a lifetime of sonic shorthand.
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