15th
Friday, January 23: Almonds Cohen, Balacade, RKO @ Felicita’s Pub at UVIC
$5, 10:00, discuss college life
i just remembered the peanut brittle promise wasn’t kept. balacade, i demand peanut brittle.
There are pivotal years in humanity. Years which mark a culmination of the tides of history. Liberals believe in fantasies, psychopaths tell lies, and then the twain shall meet. 1939, 1956, 1968. And 1979.
In 1979, two students of postmodernist philosophy boarded planes at Paris International Airport. They passed by each other unknowingly. America has abandoned Vietnam four years ago, and the world is relatively stable. Yet these two men will change the course of history. And a third is born.
One plane lands in Phnom Penh. Our antagonist unpacks his imported European totalitarian plans. He wages genocide on the country, killing one third of the population; including everyone with glasses, on an anti-intellectual platform. Pol Pot is one of the worst mass murderers in history.
The other plane lands in Tehran. It’s passenger applies continental philosophy to a newly liberated and gullible population. Gay intellectual Michel Foucault called this new society the closest thing to utopia on Earth. The Ayatollah Khomeini would have stoned him to death, along with adulterers, apostates, and Salman Rushdie. The theocratic police state of Iran now has the bomb.
Balacade is the unwitting expression and inevitable outcome of modern society. Freedom and justice are two sides of the same coin; yet Balacade resembles nobody more so than Harvey Dent, the face of modern liberalism, blaming everyone for the death of his lover, except the man most directly responsible.
His lyrics are written with the same invisible ink used on the Munich Agreement and the Oslo Accords. (More like the Stockholm Accords, amirite?) Listen carefully to his songs, and you can hear the death of a thousand liberal dreams. Listen carefully, and you can hear airplanes squealing toward skyscrapers, and golden fireballs blossoming out the other side. We’re all merely parts of a symphony, and Balacade is the conductor.
By all means, go out and see Balacade’s next show. His music is melodic, catchy… and it will be the death of us all.
This article is syndicated on balacadewatch.com and in Adbusters.