The 10-13 demographic is ripe for indoctrination; indeed, a group of children all hearing the same song, often responding to it emotionally, is practically an ideal situation. If The Call had a chorus that ran Our glorious Chairman Mao/has got it goin on, wed all be smelting our coins into bullets even as I speak, and if there were Satanic messages hidden under the multi-layered meringue of its production, the End of All Songs would doubtless be nearer than ever. The Call, however, is neither a call to arms for the young revolutionaries nor an invocation of the dark lord. But close scrutiny of the song, which practically every twelve-year-old in the country could sing for you from beginning to end, reveals...what, exactly? | ||||