It’s the end of the world as we know it…and now a new Fly My Pretties album. This one is almost embarrassingly their absolute worst. Just the fucking pits. But I’m reviewing it on the night that an alleged rapist and known sexual predator will go on to win The White House. In a shocking blow for the return – yet again – of The 70 Year Old White Man For He Must Surely Know Best, America doesn’t get its first female president because its first black president was too much of a blow for a now newly mobilised set of voters who would rather have anyone else than, god forbid, a woman.
Set against that this news, and only this news, a new Fly My Pretties album doesn’t seem so bad. Lucky night for some then. Eh.