Is it real, or is it parody?

 

I love Schmoyoho.  I love Roisin Murphy.  But cognitive dissonance begins to set in, and suddenly you realize the line between ‘pop’ and ‘parody’ is thinner and blurrier than ever.

I give you Roisin Murphy:

 

And now, Schmoyoho:

Soon, I fear I will no longer be able to tell the difference.