28 March 2009
Music documentaries tend to be fans only affairs because music at its best is not a casual art. You can’t consume it like a good film or a trendy novel and get the whole story. You must live in it. Shows, t-shirts, flyers on your wall, a haunting strain which helps you sleep at night and makes the morning worth waking up for. It is philosophy delivered whole — sound & image, the record sleeve & the melody which tells its story, yes, but also instruction on how you should live your life when that story is done.
This short excerpt from a British documentary on Crass does a good job of not only delivering the band’s rage, but sharing the context that made them a necessary relief. Most explications of Crass focus on their means (piles of bodies, quasi-military graphics, provocation) and not their intent (a kind of anarchist counterpoint to the oppressions of life under capitalism, the creation of a free space). Whoot here it is:
PS – I’ve always wanted to believe John Lydon wasn’t a total tool. Wait for his appearance toward this end of this video. What can I say; I was wrong.
Posted by Alec Hanley Bemis