Dan Kent is a man. Sometimes he plays songs. His favourite instrument is the ukulele. He’s a twerp.
‘This man has clearly been sent from the heavens, his voice is as smooth as milk, and his majestic musical marvels leave you in a constant state of being unable to breathe. He literally kills people with how good his music is. It’s ridiculous. Maybe he should be considered some kind of musical terrorist? I don’t know. We’re looking into it.’