The utopias that we have endlessly been promised ever fail to materialize. Each time, anew, we’re sold a story that technology, at last, can quell our growing alienation, always asked not to notice that it’s they who create new problems then sell us solutions. Each time they promise freedom and fulfillment. They grow new desires deeply within us, whatever keeps us begging for more. Even as our most human needs- connection and solidarity- remain forever out of reach. Commodified and hoarded, they become yet another currency, bought and sold by the brokers who who speculate on our misery, invest in our ignorance, buy our attention, and sell us hope. They would happily burn the world to a charred and barren husk, steal away all that we hold dear, if it means they can fill their coffers. And, ask yourself: did you want this? Or was this whole world imposed on you? Does it in any way edify or feed you? Or is it designed to enrich those who create new problems then sell us solutions? Each time they promise freedom and fulfillment. Who grow new desires deeply within us, whatever keeps us begging for more. The fraudulent utopias that they promised to us are, to a one, nothing but lies designed to pacify us while they rob us blind and then abscond to the fortresses in which they wall themselves away from those that they’ve exploited. On islands, or behind gated walls, even on rockets, leaving the earth. And isn’t that their fantasy? To take everything from us, sucking this world dry, and then escape its gravitational bonds. Maybe we could leave them up there?
One of many releases I missed last year, and boy is this hitting hard now that I found it. Very similar to Morrow, which I love, but much quicker in getting the point across without losing any of the impact. Really great stuff. Dementicus
Aussie trio Burger Chef dish out a hearty helping of noise rock with a side of d-beat: messy, raw, and oh-so satisfying. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 20, 2022
I heard this a decade or so ago and just had my mind blown by the combination of crust punk and a fucking cello. What's more to say? Well its raw, cathartic, and a great story to boot. Stella Rotko