First Transmission: Man & The Echo, I Don’t Give a Fuck What You Reckon.

In such dire straits as these, in which social media freely proffers the previously voiceless the figurative conch, we could indubitably do with more straight-talking gobshites à la Warrington’s Man & The Echo on the mic. For the necessarily aggressive I Don’t Give a Fuck What You Reckon is self-referential social commentary in its one (and, quite probably, only) acceptable form, railing more against apathetic, yet readily impressionable electorates, rather than pathetic, unimpressive Conservatives, et cetera. (Proverbial bonus points for rhyming “Tories” with “subconscious allegories;” not least for counteracting the vocabularily challenged, and frankly deplorable proportion of ‘functionally illiterate’ Britons today, needless to say.) “Don’t care if you just read a Brontë/ Don’t care if your pasta’s al dente” and, “Don’t care if you’re having a cocktail/ Don’t care if you’re having a real ale/ Don’t care if you’re switching to brown bread/ And I don’t give a fuck what your kid just said” are surely the track’s two most vital, 2k16-eviscerating put-downs, and these are, without doubt, the sort that ought to see Man & The Echo’s stock rise considerably in the coming weeks, months, and whatnot…

Man & The Echo’s SoundCloud.