Seems cheap to dive back in on this one given the seeing as every publication on this side of the pond is suddenly lining up to profile Matthew Healy. It bounces from soft acoustic ballad to stomp-and-clap soul to trap beats, fully aware that only attention spans filed down by the Internet landscape it rages against could possibly enjoy it. (I’m in on it too; the brevity of these blurbs is purposeful.) Outrageous, catchy, and will hopefully age poorly.
[“TOOTIMETOOTIMETOOTIME”, “Love It If We Made It”, “Sincerity Is Scary”]