These three songs are raving rants of utter frustration, an expression of rage and bewilderment. Fuming, furious – and very very annoyed. We are so tired of this shit. In utter disbelief, desperately questioning how it is possible that the world is organised this way. Death distributed downward, wealth hoarded at the top. It’s sickening. Perverse. Humiliating. All without the bat of an eye, all as if this is somehow acceptable, reasonable, normal. These songs are a refusal, a rejection of accepting it, any of it. The crippling structures of control, of domination, of plunder and violence are not a given – they are constructed and upheld, facilitated by servitude, politeness and civility. The refusal to accept these violating structures arises from a fierce love of life. As always, these songs are for the unruly, the ungovernable weirdos. Losers and failures. For the acts of resistance, big and small. For a deep love of our living, breathing radical infrastructure , growing like weeds, stubbornly surviving in the cracks under the most unlikely circumstances.