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Produced by Space and mixed by Adam Greenspan & Nick Launay (Nick Cave, Kate Bush, Yeah Yeah Yeahs), 'Joy as an Act of Resistance' takes aim at everything from toxic masculinity, nationalism, immigration, and class inequality - all while maintaining a visceral, infectious positivity.

To celebrate five years since its original release in 2018, the deluxe vinyl has been reissued for the very first time. Pressed on 180g vinyl, it features interchangeable album artwork: 8 double-sided inserts with 16 original art prints from the Joy as an Act of Resistance exhibition, all housed in a gold glitter die-cut gatefold jacket. Limited to 8k copies worldwide. Available to pre-order now, this reissue will be released on 6th October 2023 via Partisan Records.

Joy As An Act Of Resistance is a parade.

It’s a parade of laughing at the funeral, of listening to the bastards, of phlegm on the mirror. It’s a parade of my Grandfather’s wit, it is all the shit haircuts I’ve ever had. It is a parade of naivety, of a warm embrace, it is Young Thug’s dress. It’s the parade of being carried through the grim dark. It’s a parade of laughing at yourself. It is love. It is loving yourself. It is a parade of Tony Benn’s smile. It is Idles, for now. It’s the beautiful smell of immigrant food. It is a parade of vulnerability. It is Ilie Nastase It’s a parade of being at your worst. It is our best, for now. It is our thank you. It is our sorry. It is a parade without fluff but with a tonne of glitter and violence. It is a parade of what I truly miss and what I truly have. It is a parade of the second album. It is us cutting it’s fucking head off. It is a parade of joy in the face of all we don’t want and all we fear. It is a parade of you.

Dogrel speaks to the place of Fontaines D.C. in a broader Irish cultural lineage: the bloodline that is more Behan than Bono, evoking poets such as Kavanagh and Lynott, Chevron and MacGowan and yes, even Joyce in the expression of the universal and profoundly human experience through the prism of the local, the familiar, the real. As Lou Reed did with New York, or Ray Davies with London, or indeed The Smiths with Manchester. It's a through-line that can be discovered in all the best of Irish art, whichever the medium, and the band's intent is drolly embodied in the album's knowing title. To give it its dictionary definition (or close enough for now): crude verse of little artistic worth. The ribald rhymes of the docks, the factories and the early houses. The authentic poetry of the people, which any smart Irish poet knows it is foolish to think oneself above. For in it all is an ineffable beauty, something these young men understand very well.

Vinyl comes with digital download card.