Asten

Last night, something genuinely unhinged happened. I found Can You Feel It by Avenue on YouTube. Not a remix. Not a cover. Not a “this sounds a bit like it” situation. The actual song. The one my brain has been carrying around since I was about 15. The one I assumed had quietly vanished into… Read more

I will die on this hill: Allstars deserved so much better than they got. They had: They weren’t ironic.They weren’t edgy.They were just… nice. And I think that’s why they didn’t last. Pop culture at the time wanted attitude or chaos or gimmicks —but Allstars turned up with sincerity, matching outfits, and songs that sounded… Read more

When I’m fed up, my brain doesn’t want answers.It wants familiarity.It wants things that don’t ask anything of me. I think nostalgia isn’t about wanting to go back —it’s about remembering that comfort exists,and it’s allowed to be simple. Sometimes that’s enough to get me through the day. Read more

Being fed up doesn’t always need fixing.Sometimes it just needs nostalgia, low expectations,and the knowledge that pop-ups can’t hurt me anymore. Read more

I don’t say this lightly, but Land of Make Believe by Allstars has temporarily become my entire personality. It’s not just a song — it’s a place. The second it starts, something in my body unclenches. My shoulders drop. My thoughts stop jostling for attention. I get that floaty, behind-the-eyes feeling where everything softens and… Read more

It’s Tuesday morning. I’ve got a cuppa, I’m wrapped in a blanket, and instead of thinking about sensible weekday things, I’m thinking about Saturday morning TV. Because that feeling was different. Saturday mornings weren’t rushed. You didn’t wake up to alarms or expectations — you drifted. The house felt softer. Cereal tasted better. There was… Read more

People always say Mario Kart is the most stressful game. Too competitive. Too chaotic. Friendships ruined by blue shells. But honestly? I disagree. Mario Kart is loud stress. It’s obvious stress. You know exactly what you’re signing up for — fast races, sudden betrayal, shouting at the screen. And crucially… it ends. Three laps, results… Read more

Something I’ve noticed lately is that my tastes are slowly changing — and honestly, I think it’s because of love. Not in a dramatic “I’m a different person now” way. I’m still me. I still love my pop bangers, my nostalgia, my comfort things. That part of me isn’t going anywhere.But being with Myron has… Read more

There are some pop opinions I will happily debate.This is not one of them. Avenue deserved better.Not “oh bless them” better.BETTER better. They had one song — Last Goodbye — and honestly? That alone should have secured them at least one album, a couple of chaotic single signings in HMV, and a support slot on… Read more