Line them up, they say. First against the wall, etc. And here we are then (again) squaring up against the oldest and, frankly speaking, easiest opponent — capitalism.
But if it's not broken, well break it then, as the multitude of Socialist Alliance splinter groups suggest, quite clearly, with the postered slogans they scatter atop the forever abandoned small biz start-ups of Parra Road. Eat the Rich. The Only Good Politician Is A Dead One. If Voting Worked They Would've Banned It, etc.
But our man here, Adam "Gibson" Gibbo isn't calling for quite such a violent revolt. As is his way (gently gently) he poetically side-steps all tempts to get riled up, instead reflecting on the death of the town square, the dreams of Joe the one-time newsagent king, etc, all the while avoiding the additional temptation to stretch this one out into an eight-stanza-epic tackling (pun) the Lowy family's destructive path through grassroots Australian football (soccer).
Nah, save it for the b-side mate, with this — the Aerial Maps' first new music in a decade — being just everything we wanted from the legendary Sydney set-up: non-complaint nostalgia. They weren't better times, just simpler ones.
And he's right, he'll probably get sued for this. So make sure when you see Gibby and the Gang down at Fairgrounds in December you throw a bit extra in the tip jar to help with the forthcoming legal dramas. Hopefully they stay free for the next few at least, as they plan finish up a new LP, due "hopefully in mid 2020".