Confucius say; girl with red hair buy cracky.
In true F.O.D style; ''there's somethign on my mind, it's been for quite some time, it's time i'm onto you.''
Similar to the deception and disappointment you felt when Professor Snape wasn't infact a bona fide Death Eater and Harry wasn't going to lynch the bastard's head off in Deathly Hallows, I came across a a simlar shock whilst related-videos-surfing on YouTube. A pop-ska band, no names being mentioned (not 'cos I don't want to offend any diehard fanatics but simply because they were too shit to leave even a stain in my docile mind) were shouting these lyrics; if I can remember:
''I'm not gonna preach to you about no government shit,
cos we all came here to be not preached with any government shit.
So we're all just gonna love love love and suck some cock together.''
Ok not exactly that.. But you get the jist. Punk is now as rebellious as that Cheryl Cole tune, 'Fight For Some Shit', Viva La Revolucion!...
Believe me, I am not depressive enough to write a blog as a result of one bad experience from a 'punk' band. Their sentiments I have noticed have been CCed by many of the popular 'underground' and commercial bands alike. Many of these bands I am ashamed to say are a favourite amongst my closest mates and at one point, was mine too. This bullshit of 'peace, love and unity' being preached in a time where much more is needed than 'peace, love and unity' would be very close to convincing me of the punk scene being a department of the many government propaganda agencies, if it weren't for the trust I have, or had I should say, in the scene. Even Rancid said ''That's Just The Way Things Are.'' Ah...
Music aside, it only gets worse when you see these lyrics put to action by the most watered-down 'punks' you get these days. The only reason any 'punk' seems to show up at a protest these days is to get a quick snap taken to make themselves look pretty by a photographer who doesn't quite share the same intentions. Their ever-so-neat mohawk seems much more presentable than the Celtic Manor Resort where the Ryder Cup 2010 was played and I can swear it rained. Probabaly held up so well by daddy's funding, change from a pint after the West 'Am game perhaps they'd claim. Working class struggle... 'Political Activism' my friend, is much more than buying the latest CD of your favourite band who happens to carry the slightest of political undercurrents. This whole 'Stalin was a twat, hey man you got a quid for a bottle of Strongbow?' culture is what, shamefully, distanced me from the scene.
Nah mate, everything isn't peace love and unity. Nah mate, stagediving from the Underworld stage, and unity in a 200-capacity club all forgotten after curfew time, ISN'T what i'm going to do.
'Cos The Clash told the non-black man to run riot on streets.
'Cos The Restarts told all apolitical fence-sitters to fuck off.
'Cos NOFX told me to Murder the Government.
'Cos No Cash told me to bust six shots at a undacova cop.
'Cos Leftover Crack told me to Burn Them Prisons.
..and those are the reasons I first bought my first Dead Kennedys shirt and dyed my hair red; NOT to fall into your watered-down, substandard, lethargic shit of a scene.
Yours Truly
Cunt
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