An open letter to Refused
You’ve got no shame.
“Finally, after a decade and a half hiatus, Kristofer picked up the guitar again. Which made David want to play the drums again. Which in turn led to all four of us suddenly making new music in assorted constellations”
Hiatus? Seriously? So now in addition to being shameless hypocrites, you are revisionists too. It was no hiatus. You broke up. You killed the band. It was done for good. It was “fucking dead”. And by killing it you created something special, something important.
We never did “The shape of punk to come” justice back when it came out, too tangled up in petty internal bickering to really focus on the job
Wrong. The band coming down in flames after such monumental, inspiring record was the best thing that could happen. It turned it into legend. Untainted. Pure.
Refused used to be something I held pretty close to my heart. Meaningful. Now you’re just another band. Some washed up musicians trying to make a quick buck, not giving a fuck about all they used to stand for.
Now instead of the most beautiful, poetic ending ever with the police raiding that last basement show, in the middle of “Rather Be Dead”, you’ll be playing a huge fest, for a shitload of money. With bouncers, a huge barrier, surrounded by thousands of people, half of which wont even know who you are.
Refused has stopped being something we could look up to, and become just another bunch of sellouts.
I hope you’re happy. You’ve ruined it.
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