The mode of attack (in the musical sense) is unique
as is the accumulation of details I assume to be
symptomatic, sustained by rhythmic nerve. Plenty
of people are accumulating details but this seem to
have a different purpose.
The Sorry History of Fast Food moved me deeply.
It’s an elegy to all that we lost through modernity, a
quiet mapping of the disorientation and atomisation
that we feel. The poetry itself is a kind of yearning
for unity. There’s something disturbing about the
way Sutton puts words together - like some great
broken structure lies behind it all. Intimacy perhaps.