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My name is Johnny Dean, now and then, over time, I have been the front-man of Britpop villains Menswe@r. This, however, is an entirely different animal. This thing is Fxxk Explosion. I guess the "Fxxk" bit stands for Fuck. But it doesn't have to. If you like it can be "Fork". Even "Funk" if you feel inclined. But not "Folk". Never "Folk".* Not here.

Some time ago I ran away from music and the "industry" because it made me feel a bit ill . In many ways the "industry" part still does. That's a whole other can of wrigglies though. The thing is, over the years, music wouldn't leave me alone. I've always been prone to melodies. They spring up in my head quite often. Sometimes even in my dreams. It's quite a thing.

For a while, in different corners of the internet, I would keep hinting at perhaps unleashing these insistent melodies on the universe. I just needed to figure out how. And to procrastinate a bit. And to procrastinate for even more of a bit after that. Then, in 2016 a string of, mainly unfortunate, events occurred that made me realise that we are not permanent fixtures. That time is something you cannot bank. We really are going to die, and one day, everything you can see around you right now will no longer exist. So we might as well stop fucking about eh? I suppose it was what some call "a moment of clarity".  

So here it is. Fxxk Explosion. Just one of my techniques for dealing with an existential crisis.

Get some!


JD x

* If you're really prudish I will accept "Effyooseekay Explosion" or even "F-Bomb Explosion" (which is quite clever). Eff Explosion is cool too. Whatever, really, it's no biggie...


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