Hello. Welcome to No Taste.
Look, before you jump in, a warning: there are other publications out there that you might prefer. We can’t claim to be the most musically learned, that’s for sure. We’re not the authority on fashion, and our opinions on sport aren’t as bleeding-edge as other mags you’ll come across. We’ll never be film buffs, and dear god, do not trust our culinary opinions.
This is all fine though. Taste is, by definition, exclusive. Exclusion – we’re not about that. Not about walls and divides and all that nonsense.
So there you go – it’s only natural that No Taste should emerge. No Taste means freedom from trends and fads and popular opinion. Freedom to be weird, freedom to be wrong, freedom to be shit. And what more could you bloody want?