The Irrepressibles play in the wasteland of our post-modern capitalist cultural burnout, playing with the embers, crying for their ruin, and making new inventions. . .
Their name is a call to arms.
They want to be part of taking us forward,
they want a freedom. . .
. . . they believe we need it now.
They do not pretend to understand you, they are only instinctive.
They also do not want to play tired old games, so they get angry and break the old games and make up new ones.
Their noise is an ever-evolving soundscape of texture, liberated emotion and play.
From the abrasive to the pretty, they have no prejudice, as they have little concern for others' definitions.
Some say they make their own path . . .
. . . Listen?