A vision of walking around and imagining my Walkman headphones were actually giant speakers accompanying me forcing the world into dancing and performing their tasks to my music. If I had giant speakers up in the sky blasting my own music then everywhere I went people would have to listen to my music and the world would have a uniform emotion, a sort of interconnectedness. Like an unrelenting soundtrack to which everyone must acquiesce… These are my speakers in the sky.
Thursday, 7 January 2021
Dead Sheeran - Things Were Better in the Eighties
Dead Sheeran is the alter ego of Paul Catten ("I have a bunch of other music out under my own name and I wanted to keep this separate"), a Sleaford Mods fan from the south eastern Herefordshire town of Ross On Wye. A boxing coach who used to be in hardcore bands in his youth. He started this project to relieve the boredom of lockdown but it’s turned into the most successful thing he’s done in music. Imagine half Man Half Biscuit meets The Streets. A solitary artist, well versed in the dark side of the Force. One man and a trusty laptop, a victim of lockdown blues, he released his EP, A National Disgrace, at the beginning of November and it was possibly the sharpest, sweariest, funniest, lockdown album of the year. Punk Rock laptop hiphop made by a 50 year old bloke who treads a fine line between polemic, pisstake, profanity and profundity. It's not all topical angst though, there's also a nostalgic trip back in time to the days of Grange Hill, Hornby trains and Betamax video players. This is Things Were Better In The Eighties...
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