This song evokes the abject lostness of King’s Cross so perfectly, this site of historic battles where people arrive in London from The North and Scotland and where they return to, to leave. At the time this song was written, and until recently, the area was quite empty but for remaining sections of bombed out streets, warehouses – some of which were clubs – and a nature reserve. It was like an embodiment of the dark side of London’s anonymity with small oases in it. Now King’s Cross is home to the Eurostar, Amazon, Google and St. Martins it’s nowhere-ness seems amplified. No matter how many fancy buildings go up you can still sense Boudica’s ghost and faintly hear the strains of a sad song like this one as you get your overpriced oat latte.
… and much more – Lesetipp für Jan (and other fans of British pop music)