It is classic the 1975: Healy is leather-jacketed, heavily mascara-d, corkscrew curls bouncing off his cheeks, performing in a pink neon-lit box. “Black music, really. Guilty pleasures don’t really exist any more.”He is extremely canny, not least in controlling the image of the band. They say learn like you’re going to live for ever, and live like you’re going to die tomorrow.”He lights another fag, swigs his tea and starts talking 10 to the dozen about any number of unrelated things. It’s so much sexier if artists are in pain, but it can be really, really destructive.”He says neither he nor his band are in pain at the moment.

Source: The Guardian November 11, 2016 12:56 UTC