The flames of punk wrath begin as a flicker between two burning twigs before becoming a forest fire.

Fakers encompass this inferno, their guitar riffs ablaze, drumbeats petrol to the flames. Their track Toxic city speaks of destruction, a city buried under itself due to the disrespect and damage of its people. The weight of neglect, an internal rupture, it’s life in an environmental dystopia. The soul sliced into by the systems that sets boundaries, the loss of self, a wasteland of individualism. These cynical observations, the rhythm of rebellion, remind us that not all systems serve us, sometimes to scream is to survive, never surrender and never do so silently.

The essence of punk is the anthem of the individual, championing authenticity and self-expression. The desire for change, the defiance that leads to its birth is all brandished into the punk legacy. Denial of conformity, down with he established society, you become a ruler of anarchy. A contradiction of the force you are fighting, surely any structure is one that should be defied. You cannot disapprove of systems because this in itself is a system. 

“Ain’t no jobs to pay your way
Can’t get the hours to slave away
Sit and think, it’s a fucking bore
Start to stink, stewing in your sores”

Toxic City

Fakers keep the flames of punk burning, a booming beacon, a promise of better times prevailing.If you want to shake a bit of that system off, fight for your right to be who you are then head to their next gig supporting Republica at The Hairy Dog in Derby on the 25th of February. Get tickets here

The solipsism of punk, the world only exists if I am here to perceive it, may be refreshing to sip from if you are feeling anti-establishment. Protests, petitions, campaigns, a need for people to listen are all evidence of rage being redesigned for good. Wrath with no direction is madness, if you’re mad don’t throw a fit, take action, make change.