Ode to Kazoo
The kazoo is a quintessential symbol of the Commie Faggot ethos. Featuring in all but one of the songs on our first E.P, it is abrasive, yet too silly to ever come across as being genuinely aggressive. Abrasive and silly, spiky and fluffy, military fatigues draped with feather boas, the revolutionary fist painted with pink nail varnish - the kazoo is the musical equivalent of all of these.
The kazoo is the most democratic of all instruments. Anyone can play it, and in a kazoo chorus you can hear the person who's just figured out which end to blow in just as clearly as the kazoo connoisseur who's been honing their honking for years. It is made by the masses for the masses - constructed cheaply with no concern for pretty packaging. It is the only musical instrument that would not look out of place in a soviet supermarket.
It can't help but sound sarcastic - just try and play your national anthem with a kazoo. You will savage it more mercilessly than Hendrix mangled the Star Spangled Banner with his electric guitar.
A kazoo chorus is brash yet inclusive, it emphasises a collective ethos over the individualism of the bourgeois guitar solo and socialist solidarity over the elitism of the privately trained beautiful voice. It shreds though the security fence between band and audience. It's a reminder to not take anything too seriously. It's a demonstration inviting everyone to get involved. It is an ode to joy.
The kazoo is a quintessential symbol of the Commie Faggot ethos. Featuring in all but one of the songs on our first E.P, it is abrasive, yet too silly to ever come across as being genuinely aggressive. Abrasive and silly, spiky and fluffy, military fatigues draped with feather boas, the revolutionary fist painted with pink nail varnish - the kazoo is the musical equivalent of all of these.
The kazoo is the most democratic of all instruments. Anyone can play it, and in a kazoo chorus you can hear the person who's just figured out which end to blow in just as clearly as the kazoo connoisseur who's been honing their honking for years. It is made by the masses for the masses - constructed cheaply with no concern for pretty packaging. It is the only musical instrument that would not look out of place in a soviet supermarket.
It can't help but sound sarcastic - just try and play your national anthem with a kazoo. You will savage it more mercilessly than Hendrix mangled the Star Spangled Banner with his electric guitar.
A kazoo chorus is brash yet inclusive, it emphasises a collective ethos over the individualism of the bourgeois guitar solo and socialist solidarity over the elitism of the privately trained beautiful voice. It shreds though the security fence between band and audience. It's a reminder to not take anything too seriously. It's a demonstration inviting everyone to get involved. It is an ode to joy.