Review: Luke Haines- Post Everything


I can only imagine with a shudder what Luke Haines makes of Ed Sheeran, Mumford and Sons and other such mediocrity. Landfill indie is bad enough, but pop has become so mired in commercial, Wetherspoons blandness of late that there seems no room for subversion anymore. Or has it? Maybe Charli XCX is just a prank after all.

There again, there is loads of interesting music to be found elsewhere, now as ever. Pom Poko, Gold Panda, Katie Gately and Little Sims are never going to be played in Tesco, and that’s exactly as it should be.

The ex-Auteurs front man has a singular approach to the music industry. This brilliant, darkly witty dissection of pop culture and a refusal to play the game travels through the millennium, with Haines’ commercial suicide in the form of some leftfield pop with Black Box Recorder (who had an accidental hit with The Facts Of Life, a kind of more deadpan St Etienne) and sheer bloody-mindedness.

It’s self-aware but rarely self-indulgent, even as the author acknowledges his own petty grievances and pitfalls.

In an uncertain time, this book reminds the reader that some pop groups can still be literate, contrary and extremely funny. The Glenn Hoddle incident alone will make you laugh like a twat.


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