He felt very privileged to have the opportunity to articulate a lot of what he feels, but I think it weighed him down because he didn’t think anybody believed anything he said.
The Manics had only released one debut single when, in a summer 1989 essay in the American ‘National Interest’ magazine, Francis Fukuyama declared that the fall of the Soviet Union (with Communist China sure to follow) signaled the “unabashed victory of economic and political liberalism… the total exhaustion of viable systematic alternatives to Western liberalism”. ‘The End of History?’ was a glorious pat on the back for the NeoCons and the Western chauvinists: “Look, everyone! We were right all along! All these Communist states are failing completely of their own accord and we’ve just sat back and witnessed the natural crumbling of an all feasible alternatives! Go, unmoderated capitalism! And can we talk about the age of consent? No, actually, what you’re referring to is hebephilia…*”.
(*all direct quotes. Libertarians gonna libertarian)
By the time Fukuyama had been confident enough to remove that question mark and release the 1992 book ‘The End of History and the Last Man’, The Manics had released around ten further singles and a debut album – ‘Generation Terrorists’, which famously did not sell 16 million copies – that were all essentially angry ripostes to Fukuyama’s thesis. Rather than rejecting themselves to the alleged demise of all ideological disagreements and the all conquering discouragement of revolutionary thought, they were going to be a band so huge that they would change the very world itself. If they were the only thing left to believe in, so be it, but they would always passionately highlight that alternative, they would always be that alternative.
They couldn’t though. Five years after the fall of the Berlin Wall; after it was widely accepted that Communism no longer represented a clear and present enough threat to scare Western capitalist nations into some pretense of proper care for their citizens above basic profit. After neoliberalism became the one accepted doctrine despite nobody ever wanting it, The Manics plunged into the abyss of capitalist horror and released ‘The Holy Bible’. On the (cough) thirty first anniversary of the record’s release, here’s my long promised/threatened review of art’s greatest paean to the fall of Communism, and basically far too many words explaining why it’s the greatest album ever.
see my third rib appear
Necessary Evil 