I know it’s a tricky topic. A sensitive one. Filled with colliding ethics and unknowns. AND
With its flipping disregard, pop-rock culture, Paul Scott delivers a track that feels like it could belong to Queen – Elton – or any radical soul who remains uncompromising to his offbeat quirkability and lens of difference. Where genius creeps in and rules are broken, styles smashed, and vocals catch you in a rabbit hole of “I don’t know”. In something that feels like it could be a theatre show, with a glare of horror, and a spike of unknown this album surprises every me in every sensation. With music that does all the work for iteself and stands complete in itself, I honestly didn’t expect this level of artistry. Taking the best of the classics and remaking the world in all things original – this is something that’s just in its own lane.
The flavours are indestructible and indisputable while standing unflinching all on its own.
(Even my dad likes it).