Viceland Music

Viceland Music

The Choir Quit so you don’t have to

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In five nasty minutes listening to the radio this morning, I learnt that today was the centre-point of London’s record-breaking “level three” heat wave, which will eventually explode into violent and unpredictable weather patterns. I also learnt that we were now in “phase six” of the swine flu pandemic, and that right now the terrorist alert is “severe”, which is another way of saying that it’s more likely that your bus to work will soon be converted into a chemical warhead.

Now, even though I am deeply embedded in a Glastonbury comedown which gave birth to last night’s nightmare about zombies (a horrific dream which culminated in me slitting my own mother’s throat and then having a knife driven through my eye by this marginal character from my life), I couldn’t get along with that level of official paranoia. Not everything can be melting simultaneously, can it? Then I got into the office to find out that the other two people I work with were off – one because his girlfriend poked him in the eye, the other because he crushed his finger last night (Christ knows how – his texts are spelt too erratically to decipher what happened). And just now I puked. Clearly the world is going through the menopause. So thank fuck for this song for helping me not give a shit.

ADAM WHITE

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