Mature Visions Impaired - The Day Ends

I'm just 1 minute 43 seconds into what could well be the last will and testament of The Day Ends and I have to get this posted right now. Already I can physically taste the blood, sweat, tears and bile that went into making it and whether, as a result of this post, it gets heard by 1 more person or 1 million (ha, fat chance eh?) I just have to do what I can carry on spreading the gospel according to St MPH.

Sure he's a polarising figure, he's pissed people off, some who may not have deserved it and some who undoubtedly deserved a lot worse, but true passion and belief is an uncontrollably explosive force my friends and in a world in which far too many people hide quivering behind their screens or a thin veil of virtue signalling bullshit voices like Miles' should be clutched to our hearts like a barbed wire pacemaker. The Day Ends? Maybe. But the realisation of the importance of the body of work that Miles and co (in all of their various guises) leave behind is something that hasn't even begun.