Rebecca Lucy Taylor is the self-dubbed “people’s popstar” who is a national treasure in the making.

Having swapped her former day job as one half of indie darlings Slow Club to go it alone, for her debut album, Compliments Please, Rebecca has reinvented herself as pop powerhouse Self Esteem.

Are we alone in the universe?

I imagine so. I do have a fantasy that as I can’t seem to make relationships work with men or women maybe aliens will be my true sexuality.

 

How would you describe your style?

Scruffy boy down the playground who doesn’t know what to do about his massive beautiful bosom.

 

If your music was a flavour what would it be?

Sweat.

 

Bedroom or studio recording?

Studio, with a fast engineer who wants to call it a day around 4pm

 

What’s the biggest problem facing the music industry today?

Reluctance to pay for anything. Shrinking budgets, the fact that women can’t age, white men with guitars prevailing always, no music TV shows, trap being the only thing anyone wants to listen to.

 

Do you remember the first song you wrote?

Yes it was called “Upside Down”.

 

What’s your earliest musical memory?

Playing the ‘African drum’ in assembly to a jazzy version of “The Lord’s Prayer”.

 

Is sex important to you?

What do you fucking think?

 

Do you believe in magic?

I believe it when my dad does that taking his thumb off thing.

 

Is the glass half full or half empty?

Empty. But I’m working on it being full.

 

Go to karaoke song?

“The Winner Takes It All” by ABBA.

 

Do you own airpods?

No—I want some though, I recently felt like they would help me seem 28.

 

What’s your spirit animal?

A bloated lion after gorging on a meaty carcass.

 

Where do you go to escape?

Topshop.