Tom Minor’s “Expanding Universe” is no joke. This London N1 troublemaker has released a snarling indictment of tech overlords and societal decay. Produced by Teaboy Palmer and backed by the raucous Creatures Of Habit, the track is a bomb aimed at the “Four Henchmen of the Trumpocalypse” and their dystopian playground.
Minor isn’t new to the grind—he’s spent years ghostwriting for others, sharpening his claws in the shadows. But with “Expanding Universe,” he steps into the spotlight like a pissed-off poet laureate of the apocalypse. The song’s lyrics are a sardonic feast, skewering big tech’s hollow slogans (“don’t be evil”) and the absurdity of chasing profit while the world burns. Lines like “We’re driving past your ballpark in our pumped-up, pimped-up hearse” ooze contempt for corporate pageantry, with the sneer of a garage-rock prophet who’s done playing nice.
The song’s genius lies in its duality: it’s a protest anthem you can mosh to, a cynical laugh in the face of doom. Minor doesn’t just critique the machine; he dances on its grave, with the tough energy of The Clash and the wit of Elvis Costello. And while the lyrics dunk on “tacky old toys” and “dead satellites,” there’s a twisted optimism here—a call to “let loose, go bum-rush” before the universe (or the corporate overlords) swallow us whole. Our standout line has to be: “Enjoy, make merry, it could have been much worse”—a toast to the end times, Minor-style.
Having already earned blog love from Dancing About Architecture to Extravafrench, Minor’s no underdog—he’s a veteran wordsmith turned rock ’n’ roll insurgent. Smash the system, and remember: the future’s already here, and Tom Minor’s here to soundtrack its insurrection. “Expanding Universe” is streaming now. Play it at full volume—preferably near a tech CEO’s mansion.
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