Tom Minor’s “Future Is an F Word” is a chaotic, theatrical rollercoaster that teeters between a breakup anthem and a doomsday prophecy—like if Nick Cave, Jarvis Cocker, and a particularly disgruntled meteorologist got locked in a studio with a bottle of absinthe.
From the moment it starts with its twitchy percussion and that creeping groove, you can tell this isn’t your average indie rock lament. Then Minor’s voice kicks in—deep, thick, and full of drama, dragging you into a whirlwind of poetic despair, irony, and existential dread. His delivery is emphatic, almost sermon-like, building toward a high, airy chorus that feels like a desperate plea or a drunken waltz into oblivion.
The lyrics? Sardonic, verbose, and dripping with black humor, they throw out absurdist one-liners like “Fighting physics with a portable chemistry set” and “Future is an F-word in our book of XYZ,” making you question whether he’s talking about love, climate change, or just the general futility of existence. Probably all three. There’s something deeply literary about the whole thing—it reads like a fever dream penned by a disillusioned poet who’s just watched the world burn on the news for too long. And yet, it’s catchy. The juxtaposition of Minor’s rich, theatrical voice against the bright, restless instrumentation keeps you hooked, even as he spins tales of shoplifting, self-mutilation, and Newton’s Law of Universal Gravitation.
Produced by Teaboy Palmer—the so-called Brian Wilson of West Hampstead—this track is as much a statement as it is a song. Because, as Minor reminds us, the future is an F-word, and honestly? He might be right.
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Photo Credit: Overreaction Records
Review by: Naomi Joan