I’m a big fan of some of the pop music of Poppy. Time Is Up is quite good. The flat precise delivery is perfect for a song from the point of view of the intelligences we are attempting to create, with the doomed chorus:
I don’t need air to breathe when you kill the bees
And every riverbed is dry as a bone
Oh, I will still survive when the plants have died
And the atmosphere is just a big hole
Not a new song, but a bleak one.
I make a lot of odd connections between songs, to me this feels like a demented cousin to The Great Nations of Europe
