
‘Recessioncore’, Indie Sleaze, and Life in a Post-Brat Society.
A few months ago I was hungover on the Avanti West Coast to Liverpool Lime Street. I was the type of hungover where I try to reinvent myself, trying to draw a veil over what had happened the night before. Sitting there, all philosophical, with a pounding headache and half an M&S sandwich (which had set me back a fiver, by the way) in my hand, I considered my fellow passengers. A group of girls were sitting across the aisle, donning low waisted skinny jeans with skirts over the top in a way that would make red-carpet bound Ashley Tisdale jealous. I opened TikTok, scrolled for a few minutes, liked a video of a penguin, and I saw it: recessioncore.