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With it being one hundred years since the end of the war on Sunday, I thought I would put this Chumbawamba song as an example of the cameraderie that went on during the times of great peril, how to cope with the horror the soldiers developed some sort of sense of humour as a way of being able to carry on.  We can only imagine the absolute horror of those times.

I think the first part of the song is a pastiche of the wartime songs, written by Chumbawamba.  At the end follows some very black humour from the songs of the time.

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With it being one hundred years since the end of the war on Sunday, I thought I would put this Chumbawamba song as an example of the cameraderie that went on during the times of great peril, how to cope with the horror the soldiers developed some sort of sense of humour as a way of being able to carry on.  We can only imagine the absolute horror of those times.

I think the first part of the song is a pastiche of the wartime songs, written by Chumbawamba.  At the end follows some very black humour from the songs of the time.

www.youtube.com/watch

Great choice, I always preferred the Chumbas when they put a bit of bite and pathos into their songs, and as you say, timely too.

I would guess the Chumbas my only claim to fame. I was living in Bradford back in the late 80's and early 90's, home of the 1 in 12 Club - well known on the DIY punk circuit as it's rather unique in being a truly collectively owned and run "anarcho-syndicalist" social club and venue (it's still hanging in there; I played my one and only mid-life gig there a couple of years ago, though I go very little these days.)

The Chumbas used to play there a lot back before they signed to EMI, as they were based just up the road in Leeds and were always keen to help the club out with benefit gigs etc. Of course, their popularity on that scene didn't last long once they signed to EMI. One of the bands I was in back then even featured on a DIY compilation of parodies of their songs mocking their "hypocrisy". Danbert NoBacon was the only one of them that I ever said more than a couple of words to; a very nice chap, who carried on helping the club even once EMI's management made it impossible for the club to even think about booking the band any more. Their gigs were always fantastic, always full of high-jinks; a lot more fun than most of the dour hardcore-punk bands, and whatever people might think of their politics, they certainly put more thought into their songs than most other punk bands did.