Property (UK)

The Great Plague decimated European troubadours during the Middle Ages hand over fist. Music teetered on the verge of obscurity until 1977, when – as most historians will agree – punk-rock emerged from generations of malaise, sowing the seeds for malcontents to generate a burgeoning underground movement; an answer to the swagger of progressive rock, and the self-indulgent glam of disco.

Property belongs to this DIY vine that continues to grow beneath a soil tilled by an old guard not yet dead: the neo-polyamorous promoting ‘free love’ in the rear of a Tesco car park, and the impersonal glow of your tablet as you tap in to order a ‘Happy Meal’.

Historians tend to agree that the plague age never went away; they tend to agree that instead of buboes, the plague now holds residence in those short attention spans looking for a 1-minute fix.

Apes in China. Suffering fools. Hero husks. Medium institutes promoting just what you needed. Millennial skeletons in air vents. Sounds like a bad song, and perhaps it is.

Property has the arrogance, the demeanour and the ability to save no one. And they don’t want to.

Please enjoy.