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The Brixton Tapes

by Slow Faction

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1.
House of Cards You wanted power – but at what cost? You sold your soul – but it’s our loss You traded your values – but to what ends? For the company – of demonic friends Has anybody ever sold themselves so cheap? Political prostitution – how can you justify your actions? Five generations’ progress halted in its tracks Dismantle everything – austerity demands a brutalised nation You’ve really sold us down the line – you’ve been lying all this time You’ve destroyed so many lives – you’ve been lying all this time Can you look us in the eyes? – you’ve been lying all this time You’re just the Tories in disguise You came to save – to moderate But you’ve torn down – our Welfare State Protect the rich – crucify the poor Lay all the blame – at the immigrant’s door So now there’s children crying everyday at school Too hungry to learn – you’ve condemned them to a life of poverty, and Despise the weak and the disabled and the lame Bring back the workhouse ‘cause – austerity demands a brutalised nation So where do you go from here? Pariahs without principles A plague upon your house For supporting this catastrophe, this twisted ideology
2.
Alien Nation 03:35
Alien Nation I saw you on the news last night Was it you or someone else? Who talks and sounds and looks like you From the manicured hands to the shiny black shoes I used to be angry but it’s hard to care When everywhere I look I just see despair And the ever growing rift between the rulers and the ruled It’s time to tear it down and just start again There’s something wrong Career politicians who have never had a real job There’s something wrong They’re like the landed gentry of the nineteenth century This is an alien nation It’s a country I don’t recognise now This is an alien nation The divide’s getting ever wider The richest one percent have taken all the money We’re left to feed off their crumbs They hold all the power but there’s no accountability So I pick up my morning paper An industry that’s out of control I see a world of deceit and corruption You’re supposed to write the stories not be the news You hack the phones of murdered children Intimidate those that need protection Police and politicians are in your pay A toothless watchdog never stands in your way There’s something wrong These seekers of truth reduced to bullying and lying now There’s something wrong Where can I turn to if I want to find integrity? So I listen to my radio They’re talking to some masters of the universe These fallen Gods who know no shame No contrition, they’ll just do it all again We’re paying the price for hubristic pride The burden falls on the vulnerable So please don’t be poor in this land of ours You’re going to get crushed and there’s no hiding place now There’s something wrong Financial institutions prey to gambling addiction and There’s something wrong The weakest bear the debt of their irresponsibility
3.
Social Control So you think you’re smart – you’re taking us all for a ride A propaganda war machine so Josef Goebels never died Your games of power – the way you play with words You’ve got double standards – you just want to deceive us all With your lies – oh, ho ho You might say you’re against violence but violence is your trade One word headlines glorify a thousand lives laid to waste But it’s not your hypocrisy that really frightens me It’s the people that believe There’s an eighteen year old – he’s lying in a ditch A crime against humanity, celebrated by your Union Jacks There’s a country somewhere – an explosion in the night Freedom fighter, terrorist – you never give us the reason why... The reason why....oh, ho no So the terminals click – they’re going to shatter the world With scandal, violence, horror, sex – just what we want to read There’s a brand new movement, captivated by what you say A bright new army waiting to defend the values you set... Today....oh, ho ho
4.
Live in Fear 06:24
Live in Fear Passers-by never look you in the eye You don’t look so different ‘cept the colour of your skin They segregate the housing, they segregate the schools There are certain parts of town where they say whites rule Faceless leaders stir up trouble down amongst the poor So nobody knows who they’re really fighting for All you wanted was a peaceful life To go about your business which is everybody’s right Every time you go out you can sense hostility You no longer feel safe when you’re walking down the street The insults are still ringing in your ears when you come home An Englishman’s castle – they don’t think so Live in Fear – they say you’re never going to fit in round here The boys on the corner are always shouting at you They say they’re going to get you, no one is ever going to save you Live in Fear – they say you’re never going to fit in round here The boys on the corner are always shouting at you They say they’re going to get you tonight Your children know the western way This is their homeland what can anybody say? Of course, you’ve got your culture and your heritage That’s something to be proud of and to teach the kids And they respect the past, yet at the very same time They’re modern teenagers, they’ve got their lives Going out to the clubs and bars The town centre’s heaving till the very early hours There’s always fighting in the streets when nightclubs close their doors The small town desperation of the mindless, drunk and bored The local paper always features all the latest facts The rise in crime and the racist attacks In the night when the pubs are closing You hear their shouts and laughter You hear their drunken singing You hear their threats of violence You hear their voices calling You hear their footsteps on the pavement You hear them getting closer Are they coming tonight?
5.
Little England Going nowhere but looking back Drape yourself in your Union Jack From the terrace to the House of Lords Shut off from the outside world All the time you’re destroying what you love This is real life, not some national park Close your eyes to the 21st century Heritage – our only industry Is this what you want? A little England? Is this what you want? Faded empire glory? Is this what you want? A past without a future? Things can never stay the same So you hate what you don’t understand You say you stand for the common man So you know your history? You only see what you want to see So you talk about sovereignty The pride of England and the head of the Queen The purity of your national tribe You only aim – to repel the tide ......Is this really what you want?.......
6.
Me Generation The storm clouds always pass you by You’re never touched by others’ lives Shut off from the outside world – is this all you want? Fulfil your selfish needs – is this all there is? You just hang around Pretend you’re underground Deprived of light and sound You wouldn’t know there’s something wrong Instant thrills are all you know Snort a fortune up your nose The spoils of accident of birth – is this all you want? Idle privilege – is this all there is? Shut yourself off hide away Piss your hopes and dreams away Pop the corks cut the cocaine Nothing left for another day Of course, you’ve nothing new to say The country’s burning while you play But would you notice anyway The windows got smashed in last night Stars were daubed, books set alight The sound of marching in the street – they’re crying out for blood Gunshots in the air – they’re crying out for war They came to take them all away The neighbours with the funny name But you just take another drink – what else can you do? Just look the other way – there’s nothing you can say...
7.
Life Sentence So you wake up every morning Feel as if you’re body’s made of lead The sleeping pill you had last night Has left that deadened feeling in your head So now it’s off to work you go Another day another dime Stuck in the traffic jam You always feel you’re running out of time So now you’re on your own – and all the lights are red You know, it’s true – no one lets you through Everybody acts the same Now the dreams of youth are gone All that’s left is that which you’ve become Sainsbury’s on a Saturday A lottery ticket’s your idea of fun So now as you get older Nothing learnt, you haven’t got a clue You take a look around you Everyone seems happier than you So now you’re on your own – and no one seems to care At all – about you, muddling through Everything just stays the same And you think of all the things you could have been The many wonders of the world you might have seen What you want – you never had – and what you’ve got.... You just don’t want So you’ve had the drink and drugs You’ve even tried the concept of free love You’ve surfed the consumer wave Everything you saw you had to have Then came the weekly sessions Spending all your money on a shrink Lie back and think of England Tell the nice man everything you think How you’re on your own – and no one understands At all – about you – the things you want to do How you just want to change
8.
Armchair Revolution So you think you’re radical So you think you know it all Do you live life on the edge? Does your conscience never rest? You’re just playing at being The good bourgeois of such well-meaning But you’ll only know A life that’s beamed from a television studio Armchair revolution – riot in suburbia Armchair revolution – tear down all those garden fences Armchair revolution – smash in all those televisions Armchair revolution So you always rant and rave You’re heading for an early grave Your blood pressure goes sky-high As you contemplate ‘real life’ You just moan all day There’s got to be another way You’ll never do anything You’re too busy tilting at the windmills in your mind You’re an armchair warrior Make the tea and wage class wars Sit at home and smash the state Man imagined barricades No one’s listening Just hollow words no one believes in Don’t you realise You’re a Walter Mitty for domestic paranoids
9.
Cult of the Living Dead They used to rule the world, but now they’re far too old Thoughts of glories past, remembered till they breathe their last The blue rinse perm and floral dress All starched collars and zomboid flesh I feel no sympathy These brain dead matrons, these half-wit morons Just stop and think of all the damage done They promised harmony and then destroyed society They heaped their riches on the few as the ranks of the helpless grew They split the country up in two And every evening on the news I saw the evidence The growing dole queues, the spreading wastelands A generation brought up in despair Remember, how things used to be, in the high society with all the champagne flowing No one invited you and me Can you see the riot police, there was fighting in the streets as all the peaceful protests Turned to violent anarchy And then the violence came with the full force of a hurricane Destructive winds of social change swept through the land and back again Cars destroyed and set alight The inner cities burned at night I heard the sirens wail This discontentment, seething resentment Payback time for policies of hatred They view their legacy as undisputed territory A nation wracked by strife, restored to economic might The self-delusion of these fools Their future vision says it all I see it in their eyes These dreams of power, this unstilled fervour They’ve waited for their time to come again
10.
Oxford Blues Henry’s got a girlfriend – it’s one of his MDs A public disclosure, what a travesty A little pillow talk can ease the dissention There’s a cancer at the heart of this organisation Sexual harassment on the personnel files Violent threats and cheesy smiles He’ll break her fucking legs if she dares to disclose him There’s a cancer at the heart of this organisation I’ve been shafted by ignorance; I’ve been shafted by malevolence I’ve been shafted by the fucking corporate cunts I’ve been shafted by the sycophants; I’ve been shafted by their indolence I’ve been shafted by the fucking corporate cunts Hitler Youth play executive Workplace cleansing of the faces that don’t fit The rest seek solace in inner emigration There’s a cancer at the heart of this organisation Backstabbing, arse-licking pieces of shit Currying favour with the great Nepotist And stupid little bitches suck dick for ambition There’s a cancer at the heart of this organisation

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A Great Review of Little England from Chromaticism:

The other week, my good friend and fellow connoisseur of fine music, Roberto Pinky Pasolli – he of Fnord Tapes and IndieToBe renown, shared the track ‘Little England‘ by the London band Slow Faction.
The rush was immediate and vital, teleporting me back to my former teenage self, listening to the likes of the Angelic Upstarts. Bands who share the gift of rhetoric, anthems soaked in the visceral struggle, for the overthrow of our chinless feudal overlords. Surely not too much to ask for, at this supposed pinnacle of civilisation.
A “pinnacle” pock-marked by racist thugs like Farage, and “bumbling” nabob’s like Boris, backed by battalions of self-serving dismantlers of the welfare state. A sorry state of affairs, earned through the blood, sweat and tears, of a centuries old, tooth-and-nail clawing for basic human dignity.
Fittingly, Slow Faction describe themselves as, “a 1st generation-influenced punk band with a real London 77 sound” – a descriptor they pull off with ease.
‘Little England‘ struck a raw nerve, particularly in the run-up to the farcical EU referendum election;
“Little England
Going nowhere but looking back
Drape yourself in your Union Jack
From the terrace to the House of Lords
Shut off from the outside world
All the time you’re destroying what you love
This is real life, not some national park
Close your eyes to the 21st century
Heritage – our only industry
Is this what you want? A little England?
Is this what you want? Faded empire glory?
Is this what you want? A past without a future?
Things can never stay the same
So you hate what you don’t understand
You say you stand for the common man
So you know your history?
You only see what you want to see
So you talk about sovereignty
The pride of England and the head of the Queen
The purity of your national tribe
You only aim – to repel the tide
……Is this really what you want?…….”
‘Little England‘ is a seething cauldron of measured eloquence – bubbling with all the quintessential hallmarks, of what real punk is all about. It was never just about the fashion or the haircut, it was always about the statement, a statement borne of compassion and unity, not born with a silver spoon in it’s mouth.
I don’t see a country, mired in a monarchistic, Tory smash-and-grab mentality, having the balls to effect necessary, radical change.
Our European cousins, proven in the crucible of meaningful revolution, have a pedigree which Jaz Coleman described, in reference to the Killing Joke track, ‘European Super State’, as follows, “The origins of the European Union are Jan Huss from Prague in the 1600s. His original idea is worth studying because it’s based on the arts, it’s based on spirituality. At that time Prague was a bastion of hermeticism and Rosicrucianism and alchemy against the Roman Catholic church, so it’s worth looking at our roots there”. The essence is there, all we have to do is save it, and ourselves, from the cancer of corruption.
I’m not kidding myself that EU “politics” are much, if any, better than what passes for democracy on the shores of this sick man of Europe. My faith however does lie in a wider populace, unfettered by backwoods regionalism, and emboldened by the tantalising glimpse, of true liberté, égalité and fraternité…
‘Little England‘ is but one of ten incendiary tracks on Slow Faction’s critically acclaimed 2014 album, ‘The Brixton Tapes‘. They also have a clutch of EP’s under their belt, including the recent Woody Guthrie inspired, ‘This Machine Kills Fascists‘ – “These compositions are directly influenced by the current political climate. As John Youens says, the right wing is on the rise and also, there appears to be an open tolerance of racism and racist language in the mainstream media. It is up to everyone to challenge this and to fight for the improvements we have made in this country in terms of the relations between different cultures and not allow the clock to be turned back to less tolerant times.”
The success of music, as with other art forms, lies in it’s ability to question, in it’s ability to educate, and in it’s ability to make you want to change things for the better – if you don’t want these things, you’re not listening properly.
The question is simple – Do you want to help or simply help yourself? The politics of need will triumph over the politics of greed…

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released November 17, 2014

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“Slow Faction is a 1st generation-influenced punk band with a real London 77 sound. The aim of Slow Faction is simple – to make the music they want to hear; politically-charged songs with big hooks and choruses, reminiscent of the 1st wave of British punk. Slow Faction’s live sound has been described as a cross between The Clash and The Buzzcocks.” ... more

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