I’ll admit I arrived late to the IDLES party, but theirs is a party you want to attend. Their newest record, Joy As an Act of Resistance, has possibly the best name of any album released in 2018 and is certainly one of the most furious, powerful records of last year. It mixes anger with the current political landscape (on both sides of the pond) with calls to embrace one’s inner power and to express compassion and love as the ultimate pushback against hate culture.
The opening track, “Colossus,” is aptly named because it grows into a monstrous behemoth that explores lead singer Joe Talbot‘s turbulent youth and his efforts to change from living a weekend that lasted two decades. Watch out for the breakdown in this one. It’s downright dangerous. “Never Fight a Man with a Perm” is a tale from Talbot’s past in which he brawls with a man he severely underestimates.
“I’m Scum” has Talbot singing about how he can’t / doesn’t / won’t fit in with popular anger culture. “This snowflake’s an avalanche,” he warns as a heavy bass line thuds behind him. “Danny Nedelko” is a salute to one of Talbot’s best friends (and the lead singer of Heavy Lungs to boot) and immigrants everywhere amid Brexit fears in IDLES’ homeland. “Fear leads to panic, panic leads to pain, pain leads to anger, anger leads to hate,” Talbot sings. That’s some truth right there.
“Love Song” brings along some heavy Public Image Ltd. vibes with its squealing guitars and Talbot’s wild John Lydon-like vocals about the banality of modern love (“Look at the car I bought! It says, ‘I love you.'”). “June” just touches on psychedelia and “Samaritans” chugs along with a relentless beat that gets your blood pumping as Talbot sings about toxic masculinity.
“Television” tears apart beauty standards set upon us by media. “If someone talked to you, the way you do to you, I’d put their teeth through,” Talbot sings, “Love yourself.” “Great” pounds away at you with a fury that almost knocks you over, and “Gram Rock” brings in snarky punk attitude with the first line, “I’m sorry your grandad’s dead.”
“Cry to Me” has a 1960’s swagger to it that mixes in Joy Division menace. The album ends with “Rottweiler” – a fast garage rocker that sends the album out like the final bell of a boxing match.
It’s an angry yet joyful record. Joy, compassion, and love are the new counterculture, and this album is a soundtrack for the mixed emotions everyone has as they realize this. This would’ve been in my top 20 of 2018 had I not found it so late.
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