Brand New Ancients, by Kate Tempest
This looks set to be fantastic. The gods are in the betting shops, the gods are in the cafe, the gods can’t afford the deposit on their flat...Winged sandals tearing up the pavement, Me, you, everyone, brand new ancients. Poet and spoken word artist Kate Tempest tells an everyday epic over an exhilarating live score played … Continue reading "Brand New Ancients, by Kate Tempest"
