Just before the 2008 global recession and the rise of Britain’s Got Talent signalled a cultural nosedive, the High Priest stepped onto a new kind of stage. No longer preaching from the pulpit, he began delivering his sermons at the Windmill pub in Brixton—through comedy, music, and biting satire. Excommunicated but undeterred, he reimagined the sermon as performance, ending many of his sets with twisted hymns—comedic anthems for the disillusioned, sung in mock praise of modern madness.

From Folkestone to London, Edinburgh, and New York, the High Priest has taken his irreverent gospel worldwide. In an age ruled by the elite and numbed by social media conformity, his shows cut through with uncomfortable truths and sharp humour. He ridicules power, exposes hypocrisy, and says what others are too afraid to voice.