Amidst the bleak lockdowns, the echoing mantras of “stay indoors” and other rituals that present themselves in our newly enforced climate, art and creativity take on new meaning and importance.
Cookie-cutter dance music and bandwagon-hopping DJs have been ruthlessly sucked out the airlock, floating in limbo and directionless. Luckily for us, it appears the realness is surviving, like mutated roots waiting to bust through the veneer and grow back harder and more twisted than before.
Utopian future or dystopian state. Whatever happens post-virus, you can be sure Ben Pest will be providing the gritty, fucked-up soundtrack.