If there is anything that the psyop situation with Geese has proven to me, it is that the narrative culture has gone too far. I love a good story as much as anyone, but these latest accusations are the direct result of people having too much free time on their hands. It feels like this free time has to be filled with conspiracy theories and a bunch of far-fetched narratives that go nowhere at all.
Or maybe I have just gone soft and started to take this dangerously utilitarian approach when it comes to art. If there is a critic who murders my favourite films but then gives me one recommendation that will knock me off my feet, then the said critic is worth reading. Equally, if Grian Chatten wraps himself in a Palestinian flag at every Fontaines DC concert, that will not make me stop listening to the excellent Chaos For The Fly. Really, I'm happy that Hitler's art was terrible, or I could be in very dangerous waters here.
Now coming to Geese... I find the story of someone using a deliberate psychological operation to affect my appreciation of a band mildly intriguing but also somewhat irrelevant. Because the music is actually good. Because the narrative should never override the art, and Getting Killed is one of the most exciting albums in recent years.
