'The poet who isn't' can divide opinion but beneath his oddities lies pure genius
For the two at the back who’ve never seen [b]Charlie Brooker[/b]’s Screenwipe, [a]Tim Key[/a] is a poet who isn’t. A next-generation [b]EJ Thribb[/b], his trade is wibbling together droller-than-droll free verse with bathetic, surreal stories. Riffing on [b]Bill Hicks[/b]’ ‘[b]Rant In E Minor[/b]’, Key has supposedly contracted a string quartet, on a boat, “for 75 minutes, so time to do retakes, but not long enough to piss about”, to recite oodles of his shitty poetry over the top. As ever, he violently cleaves the room. If you haven’t chucked your entire speaker system through the bay windows by track five, then his words will never leave you.
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‘Tim Key, With A String Quartet. On A Boat.’ from Rough Trade Shops.