By Megan Beard An article in The Guardian recently posited the question “where are all the protest songs?” with the inevitable lamentation of an apathetic generation of music makers following suit. Whenever this statement-in-a-question is posed (because, really, it’s a thinly disguised criticism of modern music), it is a puzzling thing to contemplate. Especially considering […]
The extra reading is well worth your time. I’m way more entertaining than I need to be, given the subject matter.
Fucking nice music too! I can hear Crass, I can hear Bikini Kill, I can hear Dutch insurrectionists The Ex … but most of all I can hear anger and determination and energy and bleakness and hope and a refusal to lie down and accept things as they are.
It seems like folk just don’t have the time these days for the full unexpurgated version.
Last year was sensational for music. This year was even more sensational.
The menace is playful but it’s still menace and it’s still seductive as all warm leatherette seats.
The end of the year is upon us. On this side of the world, everything is dying.