Wyndham "indie Wyndy" Wallace was afraid of the enjoyable extremes of music. A fluffy bathrobe, infinity pool, some top nosh and music from KTL, Nadja and Tim Hecker in Madeira provokes a Damascene conversion. All photographs also by Wyndham Wallace.
Why is it so difficult to revisit the strident political albums of one's youth? David Bennun returns to the once inflammatory Hypocrisy Is The Greatest Luxury and finds it’s so much smaller now, and didn't it all used to be fields around here?