"We live on an island full of poppies and crosses ,
Union Jack carrots, flagpoles in the sand, rewritten history, industrial wastelands.
The pubs back open so no one cares,
As the camera pans to billionaires,
high fiving in the crowd, loud and proud ..."
Der Sound zum Song ist, wenn er zur Hälfte der Suada einsetzt, ein einziges Dröhnen, brutal, gnadenlos, faszinierend. Dem NME hat Hall gerade ein paar Notizen dagelassen, die wir hier gern weiterreichen: "'Empire' is about the constant conflict of bullshit that is gripping the country. Everything is an argument, everywhere you look there’s anger and
frustration. It’s never-ending. You’re pissed off with your mate as he
doesn’t always share your political beliefs, but he’s still your mate;
you’re sick of the constant noise, the constant shouting, the endless
vitriol. But you join in, you shout as loud as you can as you feel
you’ve got nothing left. Yet you’ll never get heard, your efforts
seemingly fruitless." Und weiter geht es: "This money-obsessed, migrant-despising, perpetually
drunk country. Forever blaming everyone else for its own calamities. All
splattered against a backdrop of the idea of Empire, a rose tinted
hallucination of a past that didn’t exist, whose history is constantly
being rewritten in order to not seem like the rotten cruel shit it had a
tendency to be." Vervollständigt wird der Post mit den Stücken "Rats" und "Rights", so langsam wird es Zeit, dass er mal über den Kanal kommt - wütende Briten (solche) kann man nie genug hören.
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