My life had changed and I couldn’t make another record about being a bored, middle-class teenager in Macclesfield, but I also didn’t want to get caught in the trap of making a record about ‘poor famous me’,” he says. “You know, ‘Oh God, Champagne tastes horrible; aren’t threesomes hard?’ So I went quite inward – it’s not about going partying, it’s an odyssey into my brain. — Matty Healy, NME