Maria Iskariot is the patron saint of debatable behavior. It's semi-adult female punk rock from Flanders. Hopeful hopelessness in noisy stanza, chorus, stanza. Love for the unloved, figs after Easter, but primarily a knee-jerk reaction to sinners.
The songs are about growing up, being unable to distinguish right from wrong, being confused by yourself and the conditions of this time. It's about wanting different, but not knowing how - and ultimately realizing that we too are benevolent assholes.
