YUNGBLud’s Borderless Riot: How a Pink-Haired Yorkshireman Became the UN Secretary-General of Gen Z
YUNGBLUD: A NEON MESSIAH FOR THE POST-NATIONAL TEENAGER By “Stringer” McAllister, filing from a budget airline seat somewhere between Düsseldorf and existential dread The first thing you notice when YUNGBLUD storms onstage—whether in Mexico City’s Foro Sol or a half-repurposed communist-era cinema in Prague—is that passports appear to have been declared optional extras. The crowd…