I’ve always been fascinated with rock music’s obsession with fantasy, whether of the pleasing or terrifying kind. Just as much, I’m endlessly entertained by protest art focused on popular culture and things of a similarly insignificant nature.
Those concerns might as well be Never, Neverland in a world where, after the industrial-revolution, if one is lucky, becomes a slave to the wage and to the uncaring whims of bosses, or unfeeling corporations.
Using an uncomfortable sequence of chords and tight, mechanic percussions, DEADLETTER act as our guide through the unsavoury and demeaning world of job recruitment. The lyrics, naturally, sit in the spotlight with each new line relating the unimportant traumas that would not make for an excuse in the eyes of a tyrannical chief. Cold-hearted!