DISCLAIMER:

We haven't played this song for a quite a while. Here's why:

The song uses essentialist language and ideas (albeit in a tongue-in-cheek kinda way) to critique sexism and heteronormativity in the punk and hardcore scene. BUT in using that language, the song can very easily be seen to silence and erase the experience of trans/intersex people (particularly the line "only those possessing dicks are being taken seriously right now"). Obviously, we accept that this isn't accurate. There all kinds of people 'possessing dicks' who aren't being taken seriously in our scene. We sacrificed nuance to make a point bluntly, but some people felt very alienated and dismissed by it.

We're really very sorry to those people.

Needless to say, it wasn't our intention, the point of the song was to do the exact opposite, to take the piss out of essentialism, and the idea that our actions are helplessly tied to our anatomies. We hoped that the lyrics would be given the benefit of the doubt as this is a 90 second punk song BUT it's far too easy for us to say that from a position of privilege, and it isn't fair for us to say that, particularly as cis-men.

Once again, we're sorry.

We also know that some people really like this song, and we're sorry to them that we don't play it any more. We're not trying to say that you have to be a massive cis-sexist bro to enjoy it. Music is open to interpretation. We just want to say sorry to anyone who felt silenced by it, and make it clear that we have engaged with the very valid criticism it has received.

Please continue to call us on our shit.
We all make mistakes, and we can all learn and grow together.

Thanks
Nathan and Daniel
x

lyrics

Come on boys, get a clue, would it really be so hard for you to try to do something slightly more productive with all that spare testosterone you throw around? Come on boys, fucking pay attention, look whose talking, and whose silenced by extension, only those possessing dicks are being taken seriously right now. We're talking in platitudes and slogans; the politics of meaningless soundbites. Look around this is a fucking boys club, it needs to be put right. Come on boys, ignore the irony of an all-male band lamenting patriarchy. It's our burden and our privilege that when we step on the stage, that we won't be judged for our appearance but for what we have to say. Come on boys, get a clue, would it really be so hard for you to try to do something slightly more productive with all that spare testosterone you throw around?