He hates Trump but knows that talking about hating Trump is boring.
He is constantly online and constantly alarmed by what that does to our sense of self, our humanity. Five years ago, in an effort to quiet his brain buzz, he turned to heroin, and then to rehab, and is now a former addict who is wary of glamorizing the rock’n’roll clichés he’s lived through. He will play his charismatic part onstage or in interviews and then immediately flog himself for doing so, as his incessant inner monologue does battle inside his skull. The 29-year-old is a pop star who is both infatuated with and embarrassed by pop stardom. Healy is their generational mouthpiece-a guy who’s never met a contradiction he couldn’t fully inhabit, to arresting effect. Because the 1975 are a thrillingly unreasonable band for unreasonable times. Such a riot of excess may cause the casual observer to think: Who the fuck do these guys think they are?! This is reasonable. And did they preface their new LP, A Brief Inquiry Into Online Relationships, with a 24-page manifesto that includes manic scribbles (“THIS IDEA HAS BEEN DONE BEFORE”), a picture of Healy petting a dog whilst on the toilet, and a technophobic survey of our contemporary clusterfuck of an existence that concludes: “THE LEFT AND RIGHT GROW MORE APART BUT YOU CAN JUST CLICK ‘ADD TO CART.’” Yes, yes, and more yes. Did they lavish the title I like it when you sleep, for you are so beautiful yet so unaware of it upon their second album because it was the only thing grandiloquent enough to match the record’s fizzy mix of sunblast synths, plastic guitars, and millennial neuroses? Of course. Did Healy pop pills, lick coke, and twirl a revolver before holding up a convenience store and getting shot in the torso-but ending up totally fine!-in the video for early hit “ Robbers”? He did. Led by frontman and lyricist Matty Healy, the quartet has made its name on an unruly brand of abundance throughout this decade: musically, referentially, emotionally, all of it.
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