The fucking return….

holy!holy!holy! is back, two thousand miles away, and even more cop hating and life loving than ever before. We are looking forward to playing with our new members, Quentin on fiddle, Kevin on saw/banjo and Gnossos on drums, and possibly getting together with some of the OG’s of the tribe this fall. Be sure of this, we are ready to fuck shit up!

we are holy!holy!holy!. We have been forged in the primal war …of domestication. We defy these ways. We despise these streets, these schools, these occupations called work. We are wildness, and will dismantle the civilized destructive forces that have controlled our world. There are many worlds, with many languages. They will tell their children, that despite how hard they looked, they never saw us coming…

we are without history if not for the history of struggle. what you have heard from us in the past was the history of the working class, the history of americana. we are now neither. while some of us work, and all of us recognize class war, that is to say the attack on the poor and the resistance to the rich, we are not a class. we are classless, nationless, even governmentless in our love. we have no representation but our ability to fight with joy and rage for our lives. the music we now play is and should be always, dangerous and violent. it is violent not in the way that the state is violent, but in the way the spring kills the winter. in the way that making love is violent. in the way that a song in a prison cell is violent. we are dangerous because we are not likened to compromise, but growth, not silence but rapture of suffering. the Roma people’s have breathed into us, and we exhale to you. Let us fuck shit up together, and dance on the graves of capitalism.

We have suffered the indignity of domestication for far too long. From our births in stale hospitals, surrounded by false light and sound, wrapped in sterile blankets of “security” (remember smallpox) and hooked up to machines, fed chemicals and taught not to trust….anything, until we have taken back our lives, we have been processed. We are the outcrop of generations of control, and we have seen how that system is cancer in our worlds. Little more than a breath of fresh air, surrounded by life of rocks, trees, and animal kin, swayed by the dying cries of a river abused, has been enough to remind us that we are alive. ALIVE! Taking our days and nights back, by casting off schools and work, we have begun the journey through layers of distraction and city grime, and this journey is one with no end, but many fulfillments. A journey with no goal, but a thousand victories. Our children have taught us much, and we have seen the burning fires inside, they are growing.

the great gay jew poet god of sorts Allen Ginsberg deemed everything to be holy!holy!holy! taking the world and it’s splendor back from those who wish to contain us as marketable or unmarketable entities. we are all holy!

we are nothing if not a live experience. throw your hands up scream your face off to the skies…I AM ALIVE!!! Catch us at your local collective space, protest and riot.

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