'CORPORATE' KIT IS ALRIGHT IN ITSELF, IT'S THE WANK PR THAT TOTALLY GAGS, I LOVE MY COKE, I BOUGHT A NEW HARLEY, I COLLECT HOT WHEELS, I PUT B.P IN MY VEHICLES, I EAT AND ENJOY McDONALD'S, I SHOP AT WOOLWORTHS, I EVEN HAVE A PAIR OF NIKES . . . . I JUST HAPPEN NOT TO THINK THAT AT THE POINTY END OF THEIR CORPORATE PYRAMID IT'S ALL PEACE, LOVE AND UNDERSTANDING . . . . I'M FALTERING HERE, HANG ON.
Whatever your personal bag might be, if you're out there supporting the little guy, whether it's boots or bikes, if you're sporting tees that proudly proclaim your allegience to shit that has been assembled and manufactured with human hands, heart and soul, if you aren't busting a gut to step into the latest big brand dictated 'lifestyle' choice, if you're 'in it', whatever the fuck 'it' may be, because you love it and for the duration not the 'glory bubble' . . . . then you're pretty much impervious to the marketing bullshit and poison that ultimately eats its way like acid into a persons 'ness' and turns them into some whole other entity and leaves them wandering the aisles of the department store of life like a dumb, starstruck fuckdoll, vaccuous, stained, drained and tainted, without chance of redemption . . . . if you don't buy in, you'll never have to sell out . . . . use, but don't get used.
Super Best Friends have been 'discovered' over the last year by Australia's 'Radio Triple J' as part of there long running 'Unearthed' ritual, they come from our 'Diplomatic Capital' and perhaps that explains their strident aversion to the world of government and big business . . . . demonstrably from the 'sturm und drang' side of the agitprop/agitpop side of the rock and roll fence, they wear their youthful, angst ridden hearts on their sleeves and I have a sneaking suspicion there is a big future in front of them . . . . as they say in the song . . . . don't believe the hoax !!!