About a year ago a police officer came along to speak to the residents’ association meeting on my estate and remarked that according to their figures we had the highest number of callouts for domestic violence incidents in their patch. The following month we organised another meeting to which we invited a police officer to speak on the subject to let women know what they could do should they be attacked at home and what support the authorities could provide. Now before anyone gets all sanctimonious about collaborating with the state’s repressive apparatus let them make a sensible suggestion about what to do when some drunken arsehole starts smacking a woman around. I’ve had no hesitation calling the cops in the past.
When it comes to music a good tune can sometimes make the listener set aside reservations about political correctness. Other times the song is just so offensive that it’s genuinely appalling. Normally the radio in this house is set to local pirate deep grime stations of course. This morning on 6 Music Natasha Desborough played a new single by Florence And The Machine – ‘Kiss With A Fist’. It’s a pretty good song until you pay attention to the words.
You smashed a plate over my head
then I set fire to our bed
My black eye casts no shadow
A kick in the teeth is good for some
A kiss with a fist is better than none
There is a vague hope that she will do something subversive with this hymn to domestic violence but she does not. It’s a straightforward account of a mutually abusive relationship set to a poppy melody. That’s it. Like most of you I’m completely unfamiliar with Florence Welch’s oeuvre and background. It may be that this one song is part of a three part concept album exploring the meaning of love or something. To hear it cold on a Sunday morning and presented as just another pop song is just about the most shocking thing I’ve ever heard on the radio. Now it is foolish to read too much into one song but this indicates more than just one singer’s witless detachment from what domestic violence really looks like. There is no awareness on her part nor that of the BBC staff that this is a horrific little vignette asserting that getting a black eye is as normal as arguing over dirty dishes.
Sound ideology only rarely makes great music but this song plumbs a new depth. It feels no social constraint to add a lyrical twist or point out that no one should put up with violence in the home. It celebrates it. This is music in an intellectual vacuum.





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