In the beginning, there was This Heat. Charles Hayward and co traversed the disused pie factories and damp warehouses that suffused South London, and the resultant music was something seriously challenging: dread-laden, perversely fun, janky, dancey, genre-collapsing. Some believed it encompassed post-punk.
…Based in South London, MPTL (‘My Pussy Tastes Like’) Microplastics describe themselves as an “8 person industrial folk collective playing chronoplastic ballads of the future / folk music for a polymer people / stiob-eulogies arranged in the canon of the desecrated harp / crisis songs for the exploding (micro)plastic inevitable” (or 8PIFCPCBOTF / FMFAPP / S-EAITCOTDH / CSFTE(M)PI, for short). They are also…

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