KNEECAP - Fenian (2026)

There was in the former labour of Kneecap a spirit most unruly and untamed, as though some wild host out of the western mists had burst through the gates of the modern soundscape with neither leave nor apology asked. It was not merely novel — God knows novelty is cheap enough in these thin-blooded times — but possessed instead that rarer quality: danger. Not the counterfeit rebellion of fashionable radicals who sip wine beneath festival lanterns whilst speaking of revolution in well-lit tones, but something rougher, less mannered, more akin to a stone flung through the window of the Empire itself. And yet upon this latest record, one finds the flame banked low. The words remain sharp enough. The old causes are not abandoned. One still hears the tongue of resistance; still the mockery of polite power; still the refusal to kneel wholly before the smooth dominion of Anglo culture. The spirit of the movement abides, and for that alone they deserve more honour than most musicians now…