The Redskins’ X Moore reviews the Oi compilaion on the No Future label, from the NME, 30 January, 1982.
In 1939 the working class hordes, Geordies, Yorkies, Scousers and the rest of youse went abroad to play in the colours of Churchill and Bevin against an ideology called fascism.
They came back in 1945, got pissed on V.E. Day, got a two piece hacksaw suit the next day and took a look at the sick mess that was Britain.
A COUNTRY FIT FOR HEROES
The latest attack from No Future Records starts with Blitzkreig. And the irritant called the working class still has the temerity to sing ‘The Future Must Be Ours’, They have been given a social security, a never ending re-run of ’30s soap operas, A COUNTRY FIT FOR HEROES and they still moan that if this is the country fit for heroes then it should be the heroes that control it.
Perhaps they misunderrstood?
The Violators say ‘Government Stinks’, Hostile Youth say ‘Fight back’, Protest bemoan ‘Orders’ and Pseudo Sadists complain of ‘Power Schemes’ – all are under the misapprehension that living in the UK ‘*” should offer more than a redundant baked beans ‘n bingo golden handshake by way of compensation.
MacMillan, doped, stupid and senile, got his lines wrong “You’ve never had it so good as us” came out as an abbreviated half truth. McLaren spun “Never trust a hippy” and omitted details of his own cultural background.
Look for yourself – A COUNTRY FIT FOR HEROES is harsh and violent, rooted in squalor and decay, still splashing about in the rubbish tips at the edge of the gleaming tinted glass estates. Zeroes ignore the stench of squalor, or gloat on it, but heroes spray fresh ideas and look to challenge all this poverty.
‘A Country Fit For Heroes’ is not so hard and impenetrable as it at first appears. Amidst the bursts of indentikit, scripted aggression from bands scattered all across this green and pleasant land, there are fresh ideas, there is a real aggression. The chinks are there, the contradictions manifest and, see, the cracks are opening up.
Anger is not enough. Know where power lies (Attak’s ‘Blue Patrol’, Chaotic Youth’s ‘Whose Bomb) and how to fight it (One Way System’s ‘Jerusalem’, The Samples’ ‘Government Downfall’)
In 1976 the lumpen hordes, infant speedfreaks and Cockney art students, crawled strategically from gutter garrets to play on boats, in backrooms and battered clubs.
The ’39 – ’45 war was a war of ideas, ideas which left an army of conscious objectors (why stop at fighting fascism?): the ’76 – ’77 war also opened up a lot of eyes, a lot of crack, and left us looking at the sick mess that was Britain.
A COUNTRY FIT FOR HEROES
The hordes are still crawling in 1982 and still they moan that if this is the country fit for heroes then it should be the heroes that control it. If the suit fits, take it.