This front man talks, partly, from his perspective of ‘doomswayer’, his own invented term; Doomswayer (noun), “A cynical observer, or a person who lives a nothing life: the most important thing they do is die.” As in, “Oh, look, it’s that stale boy band Legss again. What a scatty lot of doomswayers.”

He therefore, fully commits to the nihilism of his music and writing. Doomswayers’ fantastic and ambiguous splicing of soundscapes is the perfect level of disorientation and thought-provocation. The EP itself comes across as quite literary - it was first recommended to me by a friend whose doctoral research in literature I imagine is sound-tracked by Legss’ disturbing, distorting sounds. However the visions Legss paint, such as famous Radio 1 DJ Huw Steven’s confession of actually hating music in the song Letter to Huw, do not always match up with reality nor the intellectual quality I imagine in their output. Nevertheless, I do feel like there is an absurd truth to be found in every nook and cranny of Legss’ work - despite their reluctance to be identified with satire.