Confess it to the petrol dentist, you westward kestrels.

Welcome to the Blind Boy Podcast.

I'm currently bare chest and bare chest and in my underpants because

it's roasting in my office.

The air conditioner still isn't fixed.

It's absolutely fucking boiling.

And seagulls are roasting on my roof.

I feel like I'm recording from the cabin of an 18th century coffin ship

on the way to America, the heat of the Atlantic, the baking sun,

and seagulls roasting on the ship.

If this is your first podcast, consider going back to an earlier episode.

To familiarise yourself with the lore of this podcast, I'm doing an impromptu podcast this week

because lots of people have been asking me to speak about the band Neacap, who have been all over the

news and are currently under investigation from the UK counter-terrorism unit, which is fucking ridiculous.

It is outrageous.

So I signed a statement, I signed a statement basically saying that this was outrageous. So I signed a statement. I signed a statement basically saying that this was

outrageous. Myself and other artists, Neacap asked me to sign it, but myself and

fucking Christy Moore, Fontaine's DC, Cojack Lankham, Mary Wallopers, the Pugs, Massive Attack, Paul Weller, people with their heads screwed on, artists who have their head screwed on, signed this statement not just in defense of Neacap but in defense of art and democracy because this is political censorship and

intimidation, political intimidation. This is actual cancel culture. This is actual cancel culture.

This is a government doing cancel culture and artists. So I signed that statement and it was in the news.

So loads ye were asking me, can I speak about it?

So I will. I'm going to speak about it this week.

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