
When I was a student, J.H. Prynne was a lecturer approaching retirement age. He fascinated me: eloquent, esoteric, always unconventional. His lectures were curious digressive affairs and he had a powerful aversion to utilitarian teaching rooms and chairs that stacked. His poems are famous for their density and obliquity. To my knowledge I have never understood one. But I’ve always wanted to and the collected ‘Prynne’ sits on my bookshelf teasing me with its strange possibilities. For this year's RPM, I culled words and phrases from Prynne poems to use as songwriting prompts. I'm not sure this has at all helped me to understand Prynne's work, but these ten tracks are the upshot even so.
Deciding I hated one of my tracks in the final week and writing a new one with 48 hours to deadline
I discovered RPM last year in the depths of the UK’s third lockdown and made a little EP. I enjoyed myself so much I kept going. That's all there is to it really. I'm very glad RPM and REM are now fixed parts of my life. If you're curious, give it a try.