Joy as an Act of Resistance Exhibition

the story

 

“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 album honestly as, once again, I let go of worrying about the world telling me something that 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.
 

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 Joy as an Act of Resistance Exhibition

POEM

 

‘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

It is a parade of what I truly miss and what I truly have.

and violence.

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.

 

Thank You.

 

Joy as an Act of Resistance Exhibition

 

Joy as an Act of Resistance PARIS Exhibition

Ahead of our sold-out show at Le Bataclan on 3 December, we're bringing the JAAAOR art exhibition to Paris.

The exhibition will be open: 
Saturday 1st December : 17:00-21:00

Sunday 2nd December : 12:00-21:00

Monday 3rd December : 12:00-18:00

All the original artwork from the Joy as an Act of Resistance deluxe LP version will be on display for you to enjoy.

The pieces will then be put up for auction online with profits going to the Samaritans charity. More details on the auction coming soon.

*FREE ENTRY*

Boutique atypique du Marais
63 rue de Turenne
Le Marais
Paris
75003
France

 
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JOY AS AN ACT OF RESISTANCE. - DELUXE VINYL

  • Joy as an Act of Resistance. pressed on 1 X 180g black vinyl

  • Complete with interchangeable album artwork

  • 8 double-sided inserts, 16 art prints in total

  • Gold glitter die-cut, gatefold jacket

  • Includes digital download card

All artwork from the exhibition is included with the album. 

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. - (Joe Talbot - IDLES)