Some board veterans will remember the great George Pringle wars of 2008, but if you don’t, a quick primer: George Pringle was (is?) an artist who released what was generally described as performance poetry over GarageBand beats, and was briefly managed by our own Evil Sean Adams. Every thread about her - and there were a disproportionate number - usually descended into terrible awfulness, some of which can still be found today.
But, I ended up with a copy of her EP, Carte Postale, a lovely handmade thing tied with a pink ribbon, and have been listening to it on occasions ever since, and her two albums proper are on Spotify. And, ten years on, I think it holds up - in fact, I think if anything, it sounds better. She was ahead of her time. This is a banger and the lyrics still sound like they could be about today: