Hot damn, this is quintessential 80’s British post-punk. Gated reverb, synths, boxy kicks, samples, drum machines, lyrics about your old love, talk about the working man selling his soul, melodramatic phrases like “Jesus wept”… Absolute madness, loved every minute of it. I gotta get the vinyl for this… A good blue collar 9.
I’m Seb: kind of working in IT, kind of working on other things as well – jack of all trades and master of none, and that’s how I like it.
I should have been a court’s “jester and weird artist in residence”, but capitalism made it such that I have to work during the day to support techno-feudalism and do my hobbies in my spare time. This is where I’m posting attempts at art, whacks at writing, rolls of reviews, bucket list blunders, artificial articles and a hodgepodge of hobby histories.
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