‘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.