A small town in the midlands, overrun by charity shops, pubs and banks. Used to be alright but is now full of hooded teens wanting to rob all your shit.

There is nothing to do in Bromsgrove, the closest cinema, and bowling alley is in Rubery and that's a different kind of hell hole.

A cultural and aesthetic mind-state that prioritizes making money, even as an “underground” or “radical” creator. The work isn’t made for money, but it’s the money that matters the most.