He plugged in his good headphones. Track one opened with a dry cough, then Matty Healy’s voice, but slowed down, pitched into something almost subterranean. “I’m being funny,” he whispered, “but the joke is in a language you forgot you knew.”
He double-clicked.
“No,” said the second. “He’s just good at pretending he’s not.” The 1975 Being Funny In A Foreign Language zip