The vowels are getting knocked the fuck out. The vowels will submit. The vowels are destined for relegation. Majestic, elongated, luxuriantly contemptuous vowels. Those long ehhhhhs and eeeeeees and ahhhhhhs. “You make me laaaaauugh / Gimme your autograaaaaaaaph.” Each Liam vowel gets its own little bespoke parka and thousand-yard sneer and pair of brass knuckles. Even on the ballads. Even on The Ballad. Each Liam vowel ignites its own miniature drunken brawl.
