Percy Higgins’ “Creature Feature” sounds like what happens when you try to walk in a straight line through a collapsing funhouse—groovy, chaotic, and slightly terrifying. A wild cocktail of art rock, psych, and alternative hip-hop, the track doesn’t so much play as it lurches, thrashes, and occasionally stares into the abyss before shaking itself off and getting back to the beat.
Crafted entirely in an East London flat (because who can afford a studio in this economy?), Higgins’ DIY production crackles with a manic energy, bouncing between head-nodding grooves and sudden, disorienting detours. Just when you think you’ve got the rhythm down, the floor drops out from under you—but in a fun way.
Lyrically, “Creature Feature” is a scathing, side-eyed lament for a generation that’s never known adulthood without a crisis looming over their bank account, sanity, or WiFi connection. The words cut through the music like someone half-laughing, half-screaming at the absurdity of it all. Recession? Check. Burnout? You bet. Global horror? Take your pick. Higgins doesn’t just sing about it—he shouts, snarls, and slings syllables like Molotov cocktails at modern life’s crumbling infrastructure.
This track isn’t just a song; it’s a symptom—a feverish, genre-bending anthem for anyone who’s ever looked at the world and thought, Seriously? Again? It’s unpredictable, infectious, and just unsettling enough to keep you hitting replay. Because, let’s be honest, the decline isn’t stopping anytime soon.
Review by Thomas Imposter