Part of the reason I want to like the band is because, though it's not stated, I think the title is making fun of the people who wear Che Guevara T-Shirts. Perhaps I'm wrong, and perhaps I'm just projecting my own dislike for people in Che Guevara T-Shirts, but either way, there's the logic I have for wanting to like the band. Perhaps it's not the best one, but it's true. I can't fucking stand Che Guevara T-shirts. The people in them inevitably turn out to be touchy vegetarian revolutionaries who are busy reducing everything about Guevara to a simplistic image of supposed good revolution and good change that they can wear on a t-shirt. It's a G8 Summit! Break out your first world dollars and buy a red Che Guevara T-Shirts so you can march! Tell work you won't be in!
Do me a favour: kill yourself. You're soaking up my air. My valuable precious air.
And yet, you know, it's not that I don't see that side of the argument. Indeed, politically speaking, I'm probably close to being a touchy vegetarian revolutionary, and indeed, there is nothing wrong with being touchy, a vegetarian, or a revolutionary. There are people I know and love who are all those things (see). If it wasn't for my very real apathy that was born out of the realisation that democracy is entirely a sham and that the power of the people is nothing but a cruel joke that is allowed to exist in the minds of political romantics and political liars, I could go and be any of those things and, yes, even protest G8 summits.
But as soon as I see someone in a Che Guevara T-Shirt, I just want to break out the show trials, the gulags, and the assassinations.
It's the t-shirt. Just the t-shirt. I really fucking hate the t-shirt.
It's a touch on the irrational side, really.