Under the stage lights of London and Glastonbury, anger that had been simmering across the Atlantic finally found a microphone. The punk singer’s vow to renounce his citizenship wasn’t a stunt so much as a breaking point, a raw confession that the country he once screamed for no longer felt like home. His promise to spend more time in Europe carried the weight of exile, not escape.
When Olivia Rodrigo stood before a massive Glastonbury crowd and recited the names of the conservative justices, the reaction felt less like applause and more like a collective howl. In that moment, festival fields became a courtroom of public opinion, with young fans realizing their idols were just as shaken as they were. Music didn’t fix the ruling, but it gave shape to the grief, rage, and fragile hope of a generation refusing to go quiet.
