By After wittily blending pop and politics on their debut, the Belgians are now processing their personal lives. We join them for a mindbending tour of their home city of Ghent
Boris Kor Tom Zeebroek is staring up at a grey gothic building in the centre of Ghent, squinting through the late September sun that is covering his home town in a cloak of unseasonal warmth.
Zeebroek is encouraging his bandmate Charlotte Adigéry and I to crane our necks towards the Mammelokker, an 18th-century Flemish relief on the top of the building. It’s a gruesome bit of stone, which sits above the town square and depicts a daughter suckling her own father. The pair are taking me on a tour of their medieval home town, and this disturbing architectural decoration is part of our itinerary.
