We found expression for our hate without any kind of consequence
Nicky Wire is not good with technology and prefers the old ways of doing things. He’s exclaimed that to the point that it seems like he’s almost proud of it. When the Manics twitter account started, he texted Sean to put up what he wanted to tweet (hopefully he has finally learned to text directly to Twitter to save Sean’s nerves). Fair dos, not a problem. But it’s one thing to be a bit inept and self-described luddite, and another to start ranting about things you have no clue about.
A Billion Balconies Facing the Sun is an attack against technology and more specifically the anonymity of the internet, where people of no importance can feign to have some power as they dismiss things in their blogs. Which, okay, is a point of some sort – a very weak and ultimately pointless point, but still an opinion nonetheless. But Billion Balconies seems to somehow equalise everyone to be a part of the same emotionless, apathetic, “so sad and so lost” horde. It tries to make what is a non-issue into an issue and rides on a misunderstanding of the whole e-community culture, blowing things out of proportion and scale. It turns the lyrics into a text version of an old man waving at his stick and talking about them young’uns and how they don’t build ’em like they used to and how back in my day…
The text is married to a fairly okay standard 00’s angry Manics rocker. It’s a bit like Imperial Bodybags except with not as fun of a chorus. It’s a lot of rock bravado and big riffs but that’s never been a good placeholder for an interesting tune. It’s nice, you may find yourself tapping your foot to it, but it’s hardly the song that should be remembered from Postcards and is a part of slight pit of blah near the end of the album.
Duff McKagan plays bass on this track. Not that you’d notice.
(criticising a song that criticises the internet on the internet, oh how poetically fitting)