Inside my shell I wait and bleed... or something.
Remember Y2K? Remember pierced eyebrows? Remember moshing to Alien Ant Farm at Leeds Festival 2001? Yeah, it was rubbish.
Here, we take to pieces a genre much-forgotten. A genre of skate parks and baggy jeans; turntable scratches and frosted tips; Durst and Levigne.
Yeah, we aren't fans, but we remember it allllll too well. You are our butterflies, sugar baby.
