‘Rage, rage against the dying of the light.’
We know that death is unavoidable, it is our only way out of this world, but what is unfair is the growing tensions and injustices suffered continually by the poor, the weak and the vulnerable. We have been treated like playthings for the rich; they revel in our discomfort, they laugh at the disparity, throwing us a bone if they feel like it. My rant continues purposefully with the help of Benefits, our northern cousins who have drawn the line and have said, no fucking more. They are part of the growing pitchfork and burning torches mob headed across this sorry land to generate a vigorous battle against those in charge. Payback, my friends, is happening now.
Light up your ‘Marlboro Hundreds’ absorb that smoke, a controlled intake that eases the horrors to come, alleviating our troubles momentarily, we cannot thrive on stress, we cannot survive on stress, that is the bottom line.
Every muscle in your body twitches spasmodically, your blood vessels like tremors, convulsive, fuelling tears you didn’t know you had. When the ‘Warhorse’ returns to find ‘Shit Britain’ that’s when you realise you’ve been had. When you’re all cried out, chomping away through your ‘Meat Teeth’ the fuckery of the disingenuous sunlit uplands the plague ridden rats in government have promised, you will find nothing enchanting about it my friends.
Foaming at the mouth, singer Kingsley Hall is unwavering in his attitude, his pent up anger surfaces to create a collection of songs that are sharp, hard as nails, they come out swinging their fists, rupturing your nerves with their Antifa anthems.
The significance of human life is the central belief here, we have lost our value, we have lost our worth, an opportunity has availed itself with Benefits to restore the balance and restore our sanity.
With the coronation looming, ‘wave yer fucking flag’ ya helmet, drape yourself in bunting and frolic merrily in your own echo chamber. We the people are sick to the back teeth, call us ‘Traitors’ if you must but we will no longer feed on the ‘Council Rust’ our strength is in the I.V. drip you mistakenly attached to our lives.
This record is an outburst of verbal battery because we see no other way forward, the time to talk is over, the time to thump is now or surrender to a death by boxset and Twitter clicks, the freedom we desire is on the other side of this Spartacus moment.
Friends with Benefits? I certainly am.
Azra Pathan
Benefits – Nails out now via Invada Records