By Elizabeth Adofo
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Limbo

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Issue 454

London-based Irish poet Sinéad O’Brien ended 2019 giving us a gift of pure punk poetry darkness with her single “Limbo”, the follow-up to her release A Thing You Call Joy.

On my commute watching London go by, O’Brien’s transfixing sound lulls me with her musings on death, drugs and life. It is utterly soothing, and a great addition to her work including debut EP, A List of Normal Sins. Airy guitar riffs and solemn beats are offset by a catchy chorus and I can’t help but find myself pressing repeat again and again.

O’Brien was born in Limerick and trained in fashion design. She began writing while assisting at Dior in Paris, the café scene her muse to fiction.

After a move to London, John Cooper Clarke invited her on his spoken word tour and introduced her to the work of Mark E Smith. Since, she has forged a path in punchy sung/spoken word punk.

Her unique perspective on mundane everyday life begs the question, are we all in a state of limbo? What does limbo look like? And in her own words: “Do days like this hurt the head/ Or do days like this help?”

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