> THE MANIFESTOS / A SLEEPLESS MIDNIGHT PUNK...
(LINER NOTES FROM "THE SHAPE OF PUNK TO COME")

They come by night, cruising in their uniforms and their dances down the damp city streets, swinging along like mad weekend lovers to the stereo sound of liberation. They come as witness, spectators and participators, crazy, wild and drunk on love and noise. The speakers explode and we are blinded by a wall of sound, screams, beats. The movement flows through the room as the band is on fire, flying across the stage. Naive, beautiful, yet serious and scarred. The skinny, feminine looking singer touches his lips in a signal and gesture of communication and revolt. Wisdom flows like water and the new name, this new beginning, is like the bullet that the C.I.A: killed Kennedy with: relentless and hard. 2000 years of convention all gone up in smoke with a stroke of the burning guitar that Kristofer gently holds, caressing it like itís his baby, cause tonight it is. The beat hypnotises as the heat is fel through the room and we all take part knowing that revolution never felt more alive. David looks out over the stage and with the twist of a stick he takes us into places we never even thought existed where we believe and know for real that this is the time to live, fight, steel a kiss and eagerly join in. Get down, they scream, and we all get down, we all get with it and we take the plunge cause it feels good and when Jon, heavenly looking, stares into our eyes we know that nothing is wrong, that we will walk on water and look at each other with amazement. Itís a night of magic and every note hits like a hammer. The smell of perspiration and perfume is flowing through the air as we hold each other tight, moving along to the manifesto. This could be the shape of punk to come, liberation theology in practise, togetherness spitting the dividers and rulers, the sum of out parts forming that gag in the mouth that voices the status quo, woven into fabric with every last thread of our defiance, sewn to fit like the shirt on my back. Or it could be just another sleepless midnight punk romance.
 

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