The Beatles album "Let it Be" tolled to the death bell, swaying over the less than Fab Four. A tired r'n'b workout, it had some ideas as a sketch pad. Laibach have taken the skeletal structure and reworked them, after undertaking a social dismemberment and reworking the bones.
The Beatles may have magiced the UK away from a grey cardboard hierarchical caste system, into injecting some working class northern swagger. The 4 leather clad lads liberated ladies from their underwear initially as they played the guitar as a cultural weapon. In the USA however their sanitised rock boy harmonies killed the rock and roll grit. By the time "Let it Be" appeared Paul Mcartney had written "Helter Skelter" and Lennon had given the world "Piggies". Both wrongly interpreted by Manson as a particular calling card, they had transformed rock and roll into "rock,"
Laibach's reinterpretation brings back the valleys and peaks, a central european soundscape; a reimagined interpretation. Out goes the fake white boy blues. In comes high camp, bluster, menace, violence wrapped up in tenderness. "Get Back" a brusque border patrol bark, commands the startled gap year backpacker to return to where he once belonged. Now it bring out the violent force of the music, wrapped up in a tune that echoes from the 60's. Old skool synths, guitars and drums evoke central european discipline, contained, restricted whilst soaring with eagles.
Dig A Pony is high camp melodrama, the score for a Mika Tan porn flick, you can penetrate any place you go. "I,me, mine" a hymn for acquisition as the vocals scrape the bottom of oceans with big mouths wide open, scooping up the bottom feeders in lust and greed, don't be frightened of living it.
Meanwhile "Across the Universe" never sounded so soulful, sweet, soused with a vibe of menace. The eventual avenue for Volk.
Choral harmonies, incandescent organs, searing guitars, choirs of angels harmonising to the baritone of Beelzebub. All creating the march of the surreal into lands seeped in blood, now out to penetrate the West.
If the last Beatles album had sounded like this, instead of rich white boys splattering the blues, their legacy would truly have been legendary. Just imagine them sitting on top of BBC tower, barking out Get Back and Dig a Pony; the 60's would have segued into the 70's without a glitch. Social Revolution would have turned into the Weird Revolution, without much of the dross filling the airwaves in between 1970 and 1977.
Could a world without Laibach be imagined? It would just be that little bit more dull and grey, as they paint rainbows and sprinkle rain on dry arid cultural lands. Through aging they have become harmonic diviners.