Yes… Maybe i’m still so used to a certain type of delivery in songs such as these, making this sound to me a little off – a little patronising, a little regressive, a little pathetic. Its earnest tweeness seems like a tip toe around the issue. But it was worked from the heart, without rhetoric, in a language that really did not exist then, in a type of music that, now, then and throughout, rarely explores themes like this. There is a problem, Robert Wratten sees this, this is his reproach.
It may seem paltry, lip service, the solution to nothing and all “Kiss me i’m a feminist” (or “Kiss me i’m a boy who likes girls and never would think to mistreat one. Yeah that’s me. You’re safe”) but i’ll take anything over nothing – any opening up of dialogue over silence.
