He makes art the way a DJ builds a set: sampling the banal, the nostalgic, the background noise of a generation.
A chewing gum commercial from the ’90s.
A warehouse party in Northern England.
A stupid lad screaming on the internet.
A haunted Ikea cabinet. And suddenly, it all feels sacred.
Leckey turns working-class culture into myth, pop trash into prophecy,
and memory into a glitchy, flickering loop you can’t quite escape.
If you’ve ever felt like your teenage bedroom was a portal, or that the rave was a religion
— Mark Leckey has already archived your soul.
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