My favourite book is The Catcher in the Rye. My favourite band is The Smiths. I can barely leave the house without a copy of Sylvia Plath’s Ariel in my backpack. I get it. I am a Sad Boy.
All trends undergo change, whether it be fashion, the weather, or your tolerance to drinking tequila (please don’t bring up last weekend). Perhaps as you limply stagger onto a train after a big night out your ears pick up on a strangely familiar melody that’s drifting down the carriage. In your drunken stupor, you might ask yourself, why is this song so familiar?!?
