I find it difficult to believe that Maxim from the Prodigy, the most famous person to come from my home town if you don’t count one of Erasure, has described his new work as a mixed-media visual artist to be an exciting “venturing into soft furnishings, interiors [and] brand collaborations”.
The rapper from one of Britain’s most pioneering dance acts, formed at a rave 30 years ago, has genuinely developed a side hustle in designing fine bone china. It’s just what Rishi Sunak would have wanted. A lifetime of touring stadiums and inciting moral panics swapped for a pandemic-friendly career in cushion design. This from an artist who has sold an estimated 20m albums and influenced a generation of dance music. But what happens to everyone else?
I feel especially gutted for friends in music and nightlife. An entire industry seems to