Joy as an Act of Resistance
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it's finally here! We named idles' 'brutalism' as our #4 album of the year in 2017, and if the live shows of late are anything to go by, 'joy as an act of resistance' is going to be even better. Bristol, UK 5-piece IDLES (aka “the UK's best punk band" - The Guardian) have confirmed details for their anticipated sophomore LP - ‘Joy as an Act of Resistance.’ will be out August 31st via Partisan Records. IDLES have also shared the album’s first single, an arena-ready pro-immigration anthem entitled “Danny Nedelko,” which takes its name from one of the band’s close friends (and Ukrainian immigrant). Produced by Space and mixed by Adam Greenspan & Nick Launay (Arcade Fire, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Kate Bush), ‘Joy as an Act of Resistance.’ takes aim at everything from toxic masculinity, nationalism, immigration, and class inequality - all while maintaining a visceral, infectious positivity. Singer Joe Talbot summarizes: “This album is an attempt to be vulnerable to our audience and to encourage vulnerability; a brave naked smile in this shitty new world. We have stripped back the songs and lyrics to our bare flesh to allow each other to breathe, to celebrate our differences, and act as an ode to communities and the individuals that forge them. Because without our community, we’d be nothing."
Deluxe lp mockup :
mission statement, from joe :
‘Joy As An Act Of Resistance’ is a parade.
It’s a parade of laughing at the funeral, of listening to the bastards, of phlegm on the mirror.
It’s a parade of my Grandfather’s wit, it is all the shit haircuts I’ve ever had.
It is a parade of naivety, of a warm embrace, it is Young Thug’s dress.
It’s the parade of being carried through the grim dark.
It’s a parade of laughing at yourself. It is love. It is loving yourself.
It is a parade of Tony Benn’s smile.
It is Idles, for now. It’s the beautiful smell of immigrant food.
It is a parade of vulnerability. It is Ilie Nastase
It’s a parade of being at your worst. It is our best, for now.
It is our thank you. It is our sorry.
It is a parade without fluff but with a tonne of glitter and violence.
It is a parade of what I truly miss and what I truly have.
It is a parade of the second album. It is us cutting it’s fucking head off.
It is a parade of joy in the face of all we don’t want and all we fear.
It is a parade of you.
“Joy is an act of resistance”; I saw the phrase and sat back awash with ecstasy. Sometimes, all your shit alines in perfect order as words touch your heart and mind in one swift kick. This album was on it’s way and we, as always, were moving forward with big old grins up front but I felt I was scrambling a bit; scrambling for words and scrambling for notions that fit where I was.
We hold honesty as a paramount concern in our art but the trouble with being honest is that when you work harder to find the truth within, the more dislocated you become from...You; one can’t be themselves if one spends too much time outside looking in; and that’s exactly what I was doing on the heels of Brutalism.
It wasn’t until my partner and I had our world obliterated and I felt cut in half that I realised I was nothing alone and that I was only here because of my partner and my loved ones and the band, whose love and compassion had carried us through such deep anguish.
It was at that moment I realised that our “success”, so far, was down to an act of being naive and vulnerable: our own strange ugly transparency had encouraged others to be honest to themselves and in turn others and us. It is that bravery to freely express yourself that so terrifies the tyrants, as when we share each other’s pain we become stronger as communities and less reliant on our State. All we needed to do was enjoy ourselves again, not the “Idles” that we were told as a perspective of Brutalism but who we were at that exact moment; it was beautiful.
When I read the phrase “Joy is an act of resistance” I immediately knew that that was something we were gifting from the very first moment we started fucking around with each other. There was always something fearless in our band as we just laughed off the bullshit and truly loved the interactions our music created but more so we became fearless in writing exactly what we loved and stopped being fearful of judgement or being told we are just derivative or clumsy.
It is now with the second album that I have realised that I needed to truly love myself in order to write this I already knew: I am completely flawed...but so are you and that’s ok. We are not alone.
This album is an attempt to be vulnerable to our audience, to encourage vulnerability; a mere brave naked smile in this shitty new world. We have stripped back the songs and the lyrics to our bare flesh to allow each other to breathe and to celebrate our differences and act as an ode to communities and the individuals that forge them because without our community, we’d be nothing.
This is a song that dances between pure fear of failing at the expectations of bullshit manhood/ adulthood and the exhilaration at being liberated in the knowing that I can be a boy and naked, dancing around the fire forever.
NEVER FIGHT A MAN WITH A PERM
I wanted this album to be a space of vulnerability. I’m really not proud of where I was when I was young but this song is an exploration of what I became and who so many young men became around me in a fishbowl town with no diversity in any sense.
That person was not me entirely and I feel I am relieved to know that it was circumstance. I do not carry shame with me now because I am no longer under such rage and I can reflect with you, beautifully.
I am scum and you can be too if you work hard enough.
I was excited by the country polarising. Truly. I thought that the Right and The Left dividing that pit of comfort would just spark some passion amongst the young and old and we’d all have some debate and fix things. I was fucking stupid; history has repeated and the marginalised have been blamed again. I wanted to just approach this fire with love, only. I will only see a brother and sister in the eyes of an immigrant and be grateful for this island they’ve helped build and sustain and flourish.
This song is a clumsy naive clusterfuck. This is love. You may think that the lyrics are shit but that’s fine because my girlfriend doesn’t. x
I had a moment of agonising and catastrophic pain that could not be healed quick nor alone. My loved ones helped my partner and I through that moment. This song was written within that storm and I understand it is indulgent and weak but in the worst parts of your life you will need to be exactly those things and if you’re community are true they will support you to be indulgent and weak because of them we are alive and healing.
There has been a long line of bullshit that has pushed men into a corner which masking as the simple trope of masculinity becomes a catalyst for insanity. What we wear, what we eat, what razor we use, high performance chewing gum, go faster shampoo, how we treat women, how we treat ourselves, how we die. I truly believe that masculinity has gone from an evolution of cultural praxis to a disease. I wanted to encourage the conversation of gender roles by writing a song.
I wrote this for my daughter. Love yourself. Fuck perfect.
This is a song about the cyclical behaviour of alcoholism and even the most beautiful person in the world can turn ugly.
Let us go forward with open minds and open hearts into that fuck off fire we’ve started. No blame, no hate. Just love and a blue passport...
I wanted a song that illustrates cocaine in all it’s savage arrogance and lacklustre wit. I know it is vile and grotesque and so it should be. Funny though.
CRY TO ME
I love this song so fucking much and it makes for the perfect B side to Samaritans.
If you read The Sun, you’ll get cancer, probably.
- NEVER FIGHT A MAN WITH A PERM
- I’M SCUM
- DANNY NEDELKO
- LOVE SONG
- GRAM ROCK
- CRY TO ME