At a point of uncertainty, IDLES bring you concise carnage. At a time of lies, IDLES bring you honesty. At a time of body shaming and Photoshop, IDLES bring you a visceral barrage of joyous bile. At a time of The Kardashians, IDLES bring you a story of working hard for what and who you love. In a time of polarised politics and murky waters; IDLES and bands like them are needed to remind people that it's ok to dance and laugh and sing in the face of adversity.
Brutalism: it may at first seem like an unrelenting wall of bosh but it was written during and at the wake of my mother's death. It was supposed to be, like the concrete car parks, schools and churches of post-war Britain, a practical and cathartic mend of obliteration of what was before. It is a big, beautiful, clumsy, ugly, brutal piece of shit that just may have saved us as a band and we love it.
Now, we are in an upside down world that seems to have unharnessed all that we mended in the optimistic pocket of our souls and the pricks are winning by a landslide.
This album can be the sound of us gathering up the pieces and building something and then shoving it right down their fucking windpipes.
We'll be playing venues all over the shop throughout March and April. Please keep your doors and minds open as we travel our shattered country and together we can pummel its entrails to mush.