More Drones

10 years of the Drones. Released on Christmas Eve on 2014, we can now mark this song as over 10 years old, and as a lasting achievement.
The Fat Whites might appear, and may actually be, one of these nihilistic British bands that emerged out of the midst of a UK that was being meat grinded out of the Long 2008 on their way to Brexit and a miserable period of economic stagnation — but thats what I like to hear.
Walter Benjamin once said, paraphrasing, the calamity is that things just keep going on. In that spirit, the Drones continues to ring true. The title , and itself is a pun. A Drone itself is not necessarily unorganized sound, it’s not dissonance, but with that being said it’s certainly a form of music without which, and does not promote, harmony.
But the most haunting lyric has always been, “Bad people/they have no songs … For the unborn Irish Rebel and the questions he will have to ask”
Who is a good person? And who gets to qualify those things? Perhaps most importantly, whose songs do we get to sing? There’s are very important questions when put still another way, because what we are really talking about is whether or not there is any music in this world.
Is the song of life one that hums in a neutral tone as it comes over the hill only to drop a bomb on some poor family in the Middle East?
What is a song that affrims life?
These are the basic questions that the Fat White Family Alerts us to, the questions we have to ask, and how to put those answers to a tune …?