I wrote this song almost exactly a year ago in the second lockdown. For want of something to do I took a copy of the New Yorker and decided to write a song for every article that appeared in it, taking only the title and letting myself fill in the details. I gave myself seven days to write these songs and worked non-stop in that time. This song was a product of that exercise, and so I’d like to hide behind that concept and assure you all that it has nothing to do with myself or my life. However, I do recall a feeling of bleakness and heaviness from the time I was writing, which I hope comes through.
This song came to fruition a few months later when Deathcrash, a band I am very fond of, very kindly agreed to play on the track, lifting it from my bedroom-production demo into a more expansive and heavy song. We recorded it with Nina at Laylow and it was mixed by Jude Woodhead
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