Lynks – ‘I Didn’t Come Here For Art’: A declaration of war against the arts scored with electroclash fever
You can always rely on an artist like drag-grenade Lynks to sniff out pretension like a shark sensing blood in the ocean, darting straight toward the offending pollutant of highfalutin bollocks and outright declaring war.
Disciples of Lynks’ club-donk millenarian cult will know Lynks’ arsenal, chiefly an array of frightening yet hilarious costumes twisting the queer experience to a realm of surrealist effrontery, a bedroom laptop scoring a pugnacious brew of bludgeoning electroclash and hectic pop collages.
Along with that, oodles of razor-sharp humour sprayed like a glitter machine gun.
Moulded by Bristol’s healthy culture of irreverence before helping themselves to London’s creative primacy after making the big move to the capital, Lynks seeks to tear down the arbitrary divides between the exhibit and the dancefloor on their new single ‘I Didn’t Come Here For Art’.
Taking aim at the glut of self-satisfied snoozefests infesting the socials, Lynks bemoans the “spoken-word, art school shit” that’s supplanted fun, a heresy Lynks sets to correct with ever savage humour.
Like their previous singles and Abomination album, Lynks whips up an electric fever that pounds with rave-ready bounce and busy smatterings of collaged police sirens and firearm powder, bristling with cartoon edge that Lynks so deftly wields.
It’s a comic cut in the best narrative sense, ‘I Didn’t Come Here For Art’ shoving you straight into the tedious open-mic poetry or life drawing sap, Lynks popping a Looney Tunes eyebrow raise before pulling the plug and overturning the night to a mad party in their making.
The sonic wrestle perhaps dwells in territory we’re familiar with, the techno-dystopian jab strutting with fiercer bombast on previous cuts like ‘Str8 Acting’ or ‘On Trend’.
However, Lynks’ mischievous dance attack and queer, psychotropic theatre still crackles with acidic glee, ‘I Didn’t Come Here For Art’ showing that Lynks’ subversive world is packed with plenty of ammunition yet.
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