‘the loneliest person on earth’ by tom minor feels like chain-smoking your way through a breakup on a grey london afternoon. bitter, bright, and way too self-aware to mope for long.

minor croons over a hazy britpop backdrop with the charm of someone who knows exactly how it all went wrong – the lyrics ache with regret but never beg, and the production (shoutout to teaboy palmer) leans into the melancholy like it’s got nowhere else to be.

there’s always a bit of room for quirky british tunes on introvert disco, especially when it’s this catchy, clever, and quietly devastating.

thank u for making this tom minor ❤️