Let's talk about Matty Healy

Dear diary, let it be known this was sitting in my drafts before he love bombed Taylor Swift and killed all of her collective Gen Z fandom on TikTok

Dear diary,

Against my better judgement I have decided to weigh in about this controversial, mischievous mutant man. I say this with love, I love mutants. I am a mutant.

Matty Healy. The mere mention of these two words slapped together side by side and I’m instantly overcome with a reaction. Is it poisonous? Maybe, I mean how else do you explain how I became mysteriously ill the night of the 1975 concert in April this year forcing me to opt out all together. I didn’t even eat any raw meat.

Strange.

I’m intrigued by the hold this man has in the current musical zeitgeist. His certain flamboyance and overall exuberance. Is it performative? Or is this simply his own art coming to life? The 1975 by all accounts are characters as an ensemble on stage. Even their sound lends itself to a certain Peter Gabriel- Adam Ant-ness of yesteryear with more modernised synth beats and rounder sounds.

I will admit even if I have been a little slow on the uptake with their musical catalogue, I was impressed when I caught a show a few years back and have been keeping tabs on and off ever since. Even if Being Funny In A Foreign Language is a little short form and Springsteen sax-y for my taste. Somehow I blinked and I missed an entire era with wild stage antics, kissing audience members, eating the flesh of animals while looking like a member from a Street Car Named Desire.

“Taylorrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!” *rips shirt*.

I’m sorry it’s my substack and it had to be done.

So what of the vision this man has of his own musical future and that or his band? And with it his new role as the bonafide boyfriend of the Taylor Swift? What will this mean for the lyrical content and sound of the two and their own sound.

This could mean nothing but an exciting flurry of colourful easter eggs in a basket for fellow fans and pop music cynics (me) to unpack. Of course, it could mean even more drippy ballads which I will eat up like an ice cream sundae.

I’ll take it either way.

I’ll also take him out to dinner to ask a few questions about his latest album but only if Taylor allows it and if he doesn’t order any steak.

That’s it. I’m done.