Anime Hop - 12 November 2024
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I Am Not Shinzo Abe - 18 March 2018
Two years ago, Japanese record label canceled the production of
Xinlisupreme`s works and terminated the contract with Xinlisupreme
because Xinlisupreme created a protest song 'I Am Not Shinzo Abe' to
criticize Shinzo Abe, a prime minister of Japan. It has now become a
taboo in Japan to criticize Shinzo Abe in music and other creative
activities. In 2015, Southern All Stars, a popular band in Japan, was
made to apologize for publically ridiculing him on TV. Also in
2016, there were fierce repercussions on the internet against the
appearance of Aki Okuda, a leader of SEALDs, a student group to protest
against Shinzo Abe, in the Fuji Rock, the biggest music festival in
Japan. Even the phrase 'Do not politicize music' became a top trend on
Japan's twitter. We all have the right to freedom of expression when
criticizing Prime Minister Shinzo Abe, an extreme right-wing politician
who allows discrimination, social gaps and nuclear power plants.
With this Album, Xinlisupreme want to criticize Shinzo Abe and also
change the atmosphere of the Japanese society which does not allow
music to become political. Xinlisupreme hope is that this album will
stimulate a discussion for the change.
Tomorrow Never Comes - 28 January 2002
Short Story "The Xinli Incident" by Andrew Weatherall
(Liner Note of Tomorrow Never Comes)
The detective in the passenger seat, with a single self-assured action,
flashed his warrant card and asked directions. "Twenty-third floor
sir... Out of the lift and turn left - you can't miss it... Terrible
mess and not very pretty at all, I can tell you..." With that the
barrier lifted and the car headed toward the executive parking area of
I.D.M. Industries. The lift made a silent journey to the 23rd floor,
and on exiting and turning left, the two detectives immediately saw the
reasons for their being there. The scene of the crime lay trough an
open doorway emitting occasional puffs of smoke and wafts of shimmering
vapour. Reaching into the pockets of their elegant yet provocatively
conservative black coats the two men pulled out state-of-the-art gas
masks, and donning them walked across the corridor. Standing just
inside the room, on the only patch of floor not covered in broken
machinery or bubbling liquid, Her Majesty's finest surveyed the scene.
What was once a hyper-sterile working environment had been
turned into a mass of shredded wires, smashed samplers, smouldering
laptops and shattered zip-discs. The laboratory once used to
manufacture electronic music for earnest sixth-formers around the world
was now a digital funeral pyre. "I've not see anything like this since
the Prog-Rock studio trashings of '76", said detective number one, the
words turning metallic as they made their way trough the gas mask's
filter. "Let's leave it to forensics", replied number two as they both
backed slowly out of the room, pulling the door shut behind them. As it
clicked shut had anybody been left inside they would have seen the back
of the door reveal, in still dripping painted letters, the words...
'XINLI SUPREME'
