I thought Yungblud was going to be exhausting. Having watched him in action on one of Louis Theroux’s programmes, I had half expected to meet Rik from The Young Ones or the weird brother from Wedding Crashers.
After all, Yungblud is the Robbie Williams of Emo, the middle-class, Bowie-obsessed ex-public schoolboy masquerading as a victim of domestic abuse, the former stage school kid selling his own misery memoir in the form of grandiose Mika-style pop, a pan-sexual ADHD disciple spilling his guts for a generation of disenfranchised goths looking for a gobby, panstick spokesperson in black leather and fluorescent pink socks. Or so his critics might say.
