Emotionally speaking, God Save The Gun is a story of three acts. The first finds Ian dealing with a craving for external validation, hungering for the glow of praise that will make him finally feel better. Entangled within that concept is his belief that people like him better when he is drunk.
“I'm a much more fun person when I'm fucked-up, and it's unfortunate that I don't know how to get out of my head and get out into the world in the same way,” he admits. “I'm always kind of spiralling about something in my mind. I'm always convincing myself how wrong things are going, no matter how great they are. It’s just a thing that I am just going to have to be a less fun person.”
In the middle of the record, he steps back into the past, contemplating how he had to twist the lessons he learned from the alcoholism in his family into convenient justifications for letting himself off the hook.
“I was trying to rationalise bad behaviour by embracing the past. Someone who's seen the things that I have and gone through what I have, and the childhood that I had, is typically a fucked-up person. I feel like I beat myself up so much about morality and right and wrong in a way that leaves me paralysed a lot of the time, and it was kind of like, ‘No, I'm owed the ability to fuck up.’ [I was] almost learning the wrong lesson from reflecting on the past – instead of it being about the strength of overcoming all of it, it became about the ability to embrace it and have a more nihilistic point of view. I don't want to be a nihilistic person. I don't want to be self-destructive, but I certainly was arriving there at being self-destructive.”
The most soul-searing moment of the album, however, is I Won’t Murder Your Friend, where Ian seeks to strip suicide of any glamour and reimagines it as the most brutal betrayal of self – the murder of self – whose shockwaves radiate out and leave those around you heavier rather than lighter. It samples an interview with artist David Choe, in which he speaks about the late Anthony Bourdain, who died by suicide, and says, “That guy’s an asshole. He murdered my friend.” Later, Ian delivers the most harrowing line of the record, ‘How are you gonna say sorry to the person who discovers your body?’
“I never had that perspective on suicide. I resented the glorious martyrdom of the concept of suicide, but I had never been given the words that he said, and it changed my perspective completely,” says Ian. “Instead of being a victim, you're a perpetrator. That thing is what has kept me on this earth every time that I've been close to the brink – thinking about the moment of discovering my body and thinking about the effect on how my brothers or my parents would feel and how different their life would be on the other side of it. I wanted to change the conversation about it, because, specifically in rock’n’roll, I grew up romanticising Darby Crash and the 27 Club and all that shit. It's so stupid, it's so selfish.”