Gabes UK 82

The Apostles

The Apostles, who have probably influenced me the most out of all the bands that will be mentioned here, may carry a passionate hate for the anarchist and pacifist punk scene, want to be forgotten and deny ever being a part of it, but got involved within it during their time as a band and made such great contributions to that scene(though they questioned it to no end) that they ended up becoming associated with it whether they wanted to or not(somebody once commented on the band saying that 'Crass opened the door. The Apostles kicked it in'). The band helped setup four different anarchy centres: The Autonomy Cetre(Wapping), The Centro Iberico(Westbourne Park), L.M.C.(Camden) and the recession club(Hackney) and they also ran an information network, got homeless people connected with housing co-ops and squatter groups, gathered like minded individuals, included an abundant amount of writings and art in their releases, organized several non-musical social events, and took part in lots of direct political action. Formed in 1979 around the Islington area of London, The Apostles began life with William 'Bill' Corbett on vocals, Pete Bynghall on guitar, Julian Portinari on bass and Dan McIntyre on drums in hopes of starting something similar to Crass. It would not be until a few years later when their two most controversial and well known members Andy Martin and Dave Fanning joined. Both Andy and Dave are homosexuals(Andy also has Dyspraxia) and this played a part in destroying the bands popularity, pushing them more underground than most of the other bands because people felt that they couldn't support the Apostles due to their gay members and also their anti-anarchist pacifist punk views.

Dave on the left and Andy on the right.

The bands first singer, however, had to leave to go to University, so his older brother Andrew Bynghall who was drumming for Twelve Cubic Feet at the time told Andy that his little brother's band needed a new singer. Andy joined(was previously in the bands Black Flag/Carnage but felt too ashamed to tell the band that he was gay because he thought that they wouldn't accept him, so he didn't tell them at first), but wanted to make them a pop group like Twelve Cubic Feet, where as the other three members wanted a Crass like group. Pete, Julian and Dan had become regulars at Crass and other Crass related gigs, but Andy would never want to go with them, called Flux of Pink Indians 'Flux of Pink Idiots', and would decide instead to go to places like the Africa Centre too see such bands as The Lemon Kittens and Eyeless in Gazza. Despite their differences, The Apostles managed to play their first gig at the basement Youth Club in Covent Garden, and their second gig with the Sinyx; the first gig being where Andy met Dave Fanning(at the time he was playing bass for Innocent Bystander and Libertarian Youth) and John Soares(at the time was Libertarian Youth's guitarist). However, the band eventually came to the conclusion that they could no longer work with Andy so they 'sacked' him, picked up all their gear and left him by himself.

Andy remained very determined(I find him as a very smart, clever and funny man), so he started his own label called Scum tapes, took up guitar, drums and vocals, recruited Dave Fanning on bass, John Soars on guitar and Martin Smith on drums. The three new members were all formerly from the band Libertarian Youth, and Andy even decided to sort of get back at his old band by calling it the Apostles. This would be the lineup that came to release their cassette only albums 'The Apostles' in 1981 and 'The Second Dark Age' in 1982 on their label Scum Tapes. As homosexuals, both Andy and Dave struggled with becoming accepted within the other anarchist punk bands, and even helped with the gay liberation struggle and even setup gay co-ops.

On December 18th, 1982, The Apostles played at the Zig Zag Squat gig along with Dirt, Faction, The Epsilons(D & V), Crass, Flux of Pink Indians, Conflict, Sleeping Dogs, Soldiers of Fortune, Amebix, Omega Tribe, Null and Void, T42, The Mob, Polemic and Youth in Asia. The Apostles played between Sleeping Dogs and Amebix. It was a free all day event where each band was only allowed to play thirty minute sets. Several of the bands consider it the best gig they ever played, but Andy recalled an event recently that took place during it that made him feel complete disgust towards the anarchist pacifist punks.

While one of the bands was playing, five skinheads forced their way in and pushed Andy and some others out of the way to get to the front of the stage, and as Andy and Dave followed them, they witnesed the skinheads take down a fifteen-year-old Asian boy and they began beating him. Andy turned to the 500 strong audience, but to his surprise they formed a circle around the skinheads and watched the young boy struggle to fight back and get beat up since their idea of Crass's pacifism couldn't let them fight back. This enraged Andy, so he and Dave began to move towards the boy, but Penny Rimbaud and Andy from Crass jumped in and pulled off the two biggest skinheads while Colin Jerwood from Conflict took care of the rest until the skinheads ran away scared. When Andy Martin went to comfort the boy, he was surprised to find out that the boy had come down to the gig to see The Apostles play because John was in it, and himself an Indian, but by that time John had left, but it was the reaction from the audience and the other bands that infuriated Andy, and he lost all respect for the anarchist pacifist punks as he saw serious flaws in Crass's anarchist and pacifist ideas(Sort of like Malcom X's belief that you should be peaceful and respectful, but if you are hit you need to hit back). Other bands such as The Rondos, Six Minute War(pre-Fallout) and Ian Bone's The Living Legends had similar beliefs to Andy and spoke out against Crass's ideas(it seems that they all ended up getting ignored because of this).

Another reason why Andy became upset was because even though Andy Palmer from Crass had invited them to come down, and they worked hard to organize the event, no one gave them mention or credit for all of their hard work. The band did not care if big groups such as N.M.E, Melody Maker or Sounds pretended they did not exist, but the fact the entire punk scene ignored their contributions in political and social activities frustrated them. As another result, Andy stated that he will 'forever hate them for it'. In 1982, the band went on to record and release their first single 'Blow it Up, Burn it Down, Kick it Til it Breaks' during that same year.

Drummer Chris Low.

Soon after the Zig Zag gig, Chris Low, who was writing to Andy and had enjoyed their 'Apostles' cassette, had just left Political Asylum and decided to come down and join the band. Chris noticed that Andy looked more like a mod, and Dave like a hippy, and that they didn't even listen to any punk bands or had any interest in sounding like Crass and even disagreed with some of their ideas. Some of the ideas that the Apostles believed in were against pacifism such as armed struggle, punk as 'dead' and no longer a threat to the system, punk gigs as an excuse to bring forth change, Class War(this was before the Class War zine associated with Ian Bone and his band The Living Legends began) and the anti-Nazi groups they were in which included hunting down and attacking racist Nazis who were up to no good.

Dave Fanning on the left and Andy Martin on the right.

Chris himself was more into bands like Throbbing Gristle and Cabaret Voltaire which added to the unique Apostles sound(at the time nobody else sounded like them). Once Chris joined, the band recorded and released their second and third E.P.s 'Rising from the Ashes' and 'The Curse of the Creature' both during 1983 on their own SCUM tapes label.

In 1984, Chris departed and was replaced by Chris 'Widni' Witshire. Fortunately for Chris, he would go on to play drums briefly for Oi Polloi. Malcolm 'Scruff' Lewty also joined The Apostles as their second guitarist. 1984 also saw the release of their 'Smash The Spectacle' single on Mortarhate.

In 1986, their epic debut album 'Punk Obituary' was released on Moratarhate. Later that year, The Apostles released their second album titled 'The Lives and Times of The Apostles' on a different label called Children of revolution. During 1987, Windi left the band to attend University, and Scruff also quit to focus on his other band; the trash metal band Hellbastard. The two were replaced by Sam Stokes and Colin Murrel from the avant-garde performance art duo 'The Demolition Company'.

Several more cassette albums were made after this, and in 1988, their 'Hymn to Pain' L.P. was released on the label No Master's Voice. The bands life was now starting to come to an end, but not until sometime after their last studio session were they were rejoined by former Apostle co-founder Pete Bynghall. Andy felt that a last gig was not necessary(they only played twenty four gigs during the band's lifespan) , and Sean's relationship with Colin became bitter, but Andy was convinced to do it, and so did Sean and Colin even though they both ignored each other throughout the set. The Apostles played their last gig at Chats Palace, Hackney and Andy admits that the band had finally pulled together and played a good set, but their only audience consisted of Dave's friends named John Waddingham, Tim Verden and Tim's dog Leo.(an eerie gig where they were the only group that played). The Apostles split soon after around 1990 since Pete had to leave(wanted to lead a new life in America), Andy quit and the rest couldn't carry on, but Andy and Dave organized and started a new band called Academy 23 that is still active today(Dave recently left), but under the name Unit.

Sorry for reviving The Apostles for a day Andy. I know you wont approve of this and probably hate me for it now. Your writings have inspired me though(not all, some of them are ridiculous). Credit to some of the photos goes to Chris Low(burrowed from his collection) and Ian 'Pigs For Slaughter' for writing the brilliant 'Why Punks Fails' flyer.

"Oh, Death"

Look, look,
see what the lord has done.

Look, look,
see what the lord has done.
And I know I am the chosen one.

Well look, down yonder,
down that lonesome road.
Said look, down yonder,
down that lonesome road,
for death will ease my heavy load.

Look, well Lordy well look,
daylight coming to soon.
Said look, well Lordy well look,
daylight coming to soon.
and death he come creeping in my room.

Look well, Lordy well look,
see what the lord has done.

Look well, Lordy well look,
see what the lord has done.
Yes I know I am the chosen one.

"Mob Violence"

I've come up from the slime and the factory grime
where all my friends dads are serving their time,
and the working class women's faces don't shine
when they're scrapping a living on the poverty line.
And their kids don't read Janet and John,
instead they're learning how to make a petrol bomb.
The communist party wail and whine,
well I've got no time for that sickening slime.
The national fascists call their creed,
but I've got no need for that bullshit greed.
The pacifists say 'reject and refuse'.
Ha! I've got no use for that brain abuse.

Mob Violence! Mob Violence!
Fists and faces meet when we take to the street.
Mob Violence, Mob Violence!
Because we get our kicks throwing bottles and bricks.
Mob violence! Mob Violence!
Class anger explodes when we get on the roads.

No white collared John's gonna lead me on:
he wont talk so big when his Bentley's gone.
No politician will stop my mission:
He wont travel far when his legs are missing.
No Eton blue coaster's gonna screw up my rota,
especially when his head's underneath my motor.
All your pacifist preaching pisses me off,
while peace, love and dope just make me cough.
See, the only thing I know that makes me feel high
is a half brick landing in a copper's eye.
Yeah, the only thing I know that makes me feel nice
is the sight and sound of an incendiary device.

Mob Violence! Mob Violence!
Fists and faces meet when we take to the street.
Mob Violence, Mob Violence!
Because we get our kicks throwing bottles and bricks.
Mob violence! Mob Violence!
Class anger explodes when we get on the roads.

"Worker's Autonomy (Part One)"

Singing a song in the morning
as we lock the boss in the laboratory.
Taking the charge of the factory
we work autonomously.
We used to bend and slave for making
everything for your greed,
but now we lend our labor making
under the goods that you need.

Singing a song in the morning
as we lock the boss in the laboratory.
Taking the charge of the factory
we work autonomously.

Why waste your years just
working, and working, and working and working
and selling yourself for a wage?
Take back control of
working and building and living and
set an example for the age of

Singing a song in the morning
as we lock the boss in the laboratory.
Taking the charge of the factory
we work autonomously.
We used to bend and slave for making
everything for your greed,
but now we lend our labor making
under the goods that you need.

Singing a song in the morning
as we lock the boss in the laboratory.
Taking the charge of the factory
we work autonomously.

"Anarchy, Peace & Freedom"

You're smoking a joint and you're dropping acid.

You are so pointless, docile and placid:

you talk about anarchy, peace and freedom...

well, stuff your theories, we don't need 'em.

I don't believe you care at all.

You sit self satisfied and tall, so tall.

The system has you on its' death list,

and you still call yourself a pacifist.

The church of God say they will save you;

the communists want to enslave you;

the state says you'll obey policemen,

and all you say is 'anarchy and peace, man.'

How can you tell us that we are violent

when the state spends money on Cruise and Trident?

People are beaten up in racial attacks,

so how can you tell us not to fight back?

The fires of your intelligence are never lit.

Your piss poor pacifism is a turgid trance.

You're so fuckin' stoned that you're still talking shit,

so close your arse and give your mouth a chance.

Political prisoners are killed in prison cells...

Tortured animals suffer from a fate they cannot tell.

We've got poverty and oppression and a state run by police,

and all you sat is 'anarchy and peace'... aw, bollocks!

"A New World in Our Hearts"

At the turn of the twentieth century Francisco Ferrer begun

creating a free school for the benefit of everyone.

But in 1909 the catholic church in Spain

had him executed in God's name, a murderer once again.

In a village in Andalucia in 1933

Six Fingers and associates were fighting to be free;

when the Guardia Civil Fascists started to arrive,

Six Fingers and his friends in a shepherds' hut were burnt alive.

The secretary of the C.N.T., one Salvador Sequi,

as known as Sugar Baby for his youthfulness, you see.

When the catholic militia men of Archbishop Soldevilla

shot Sugar baby down and made the church a killer...

Buenaventura Durruti was a railwayman in Spain.

It hurt him oh so deeply when young Salvador was slain;

he went to the church of Soldevilla, anger in his head -

with careful aim and a trusty gun he shot the bishop dead!

"Libertarian Youth"

Your body is a gift to the nation,

the result of a man and a woman's frustration...

You're taught to believe the unbelievable.

You're taught to accept the unacceptable.

The lies you're told are painted as true.

Thought and questions will not come from you.

A school of thought is a school of the mind,

but self realization is not or your kind.

Not for your kind.

The stream you swim is the stream they set

and it is yourself that they make you forget.

They train you for work, they teach you a trade;

you're one of the many willing servants they've made.

whether factory fodder or the office elite,

you'll attack one another like the meat you eat.

But if you protest they'll lock you away,

though you only feel anger because they made you that way.

Is it surprising that you salute the nation

when you're unaware of the degradation?

You're living a crime by obeying the law -

have you never thought why and what it is for?

You'll work for the nation until you die.

Your lives are stolen, do you ever wonder why?

Your body is useless, it now lays dead -

all because you were so easily led.

did you ever possess a thought inside your head?

Open the floodgates, paint it black and red!

Use your own head!

It's your own life,

live it.

Written by Ian 'Pigs For Slaughter'.

Soon to come downloads(singles wont be uploaded anymore since the Apostles remastered retrospective C.D.s are in the making):

(Due to the immense amount of material, only my top favorite tapes and records will be uploaded)
The 2nd Dark Age 1982 Scum Tapes
Blow it up, Burn it Down, Kick it Til it Breaks 1982(Removed)
Smash the Spectacle 1985 Mortarhate(Removed)
Punk Obituary 1986 Mortarhate
Hymn to Pain 1988 No Master's Voice

Chumbawamba

22.10.83 YMCA Beeston, Leeds, photo by Jenny Plaits.

"Chumbawamba? Didn't they release that annoying 'Tubthumping' album on E.M.I. in the nineties?" Well, in the eighties, unknown to most people, they were among the groups of anarchist punk bands who took a great influence from Crass, and were definitely one of the bands that had the most powerful political voices and original music within the movement. Formed sometime just as 1982 had come, Allan 'Boff' Whalley, Dan 'Danbert Nobacon' and Midge evolved Chimp Eats Banana into Chumbawamba and recruited Lou Watts and 'Men in a Suitcase' member Dunstan 'Dunst' Bruce on vocals, and they were also joined by Mavis 'Dan' Dillon and Harry 'Daz' Hammer from the Passion Killers, as well as Alice Nutter from 'Ow, my hair's on fire'.

Guitarist/vocalist Boff.

The band had a huge line-up, but the classic Chumbawamba featured Danbert Nobacon, and Alice Nutter on vocals, Boff and guitar and vocals, Lou Watts on guitar and vocals, Mavis 'Dan' Dillon on bass, trumpet and vocals, Harry 'Daz' Hammer on drums/vocals and Dunst on additional vocals. All of the members sang, and most of them had notable songs where they sang lead vocals.

1985 UK, photo by Jenny Plaits

Just like Rudimentary Peni, nobody from the band dressed 'punk' and this complicated their acceptance into the punk scene because of the fools within it, but the band desperately wanted to be associated and would pass out pamphlets, lyrics and other handouts at gigs. However, one of their founding members named 'Midge' left sometime during 1985.

Lead vocalist Danbert Nobacon dressed as a priest. Possibly during the song "Today's Sermon".

When the band played live, it would seem more like a theater act from all the costumes, skits, speeches, props, flip charts and films, and the theme of the acts would depend on the the theme of the current song. Danbert Nobacon would usually dress up as a joker, a show host, an old man,a corporate boss, a priest, a general and even a nun while Alice Nutter would dress up as his assistant sometimes.

22.10.83 YMCA Beeston, Leeds, photo by Jenny Plaits.

For example, During their early gigs, The would start off with 'How to get your Band on Television' with Danbert dressed up as a corporate boss, and he would follow by stuffing his face with food after shouting out the prologue. By the time the main part of the song began playing, he and Alice Nutter would had gone off stage and come back dressed up as a show host with an assistant who wold parade the stage with popular records and pictures of starving children as they continued with 'Slag Aid'(Another name for 'How to Get your Band on Television"). Other songs such as 'Read all about it' had most of the band dressed up in old clothes with booths and newspapers all over the place, and 'Today's Sermon' had Danbert Nobacon dressed as a priest.

Alice Nutter singing during the song "Ah-men". Mavis on the left and Harry on the right.

In 1982, the Danbert Nobacon, Boff, Midge, Lou and Dunst version of the band played their first gig as Chumbawamba on Elvis's birthday being January 8th, 1982 at the Hendly Hotel near Colne. Later on that year, the band contributed two tracks for Crass's 'Bullshit Detector two' on Crass Records with 'Three Years Later' and wrote to all the bands featured, but the Passion Killers were the only ones that responded and actually came down to visit the band ultimately joining them.

The second track was actually Boff as 'Boffo' with the track 'Garageland' which was taken from parodies he did of several 'The Clash' songs as a response of the Clash selling out. Also during that year, the band wrote to Sounds pretending to be a fictional Oi! band called 'Skin disease' and managed to get away recording a monotonous song where all they did was shout 'I'm Thick' sixty four times as a joke to get at the racist skin heads. In 1983, the band recorded their first demo on their own Sky & Trees label as a split between them and the Passion Killers.

Harry the drummer on the left and Mavis the bassist on the right. Both of them used to be The Passion Killers.

They were a very mischievous band and would often disguise themselves as fake bands to appear in certain gigs and compilations to parody or bash on certain big-time labels, The Sun newspaper(whom they called 'The Scum'), bands and people(the 70's had taught Boff to bring comedy into the music, thus helping cause all of this). Chumbawamba squatted in a large Victorian house which ended up becoming their band's headquarters. They practiced a lot there, lived as a huge co-operative, grew their food there and learned plenty about electrics and plumbing. However, Crass never helped them out after 'Bullshit Detector Two' and Flux of Pink Indians partially lied about helping the band release a single on their Spiderleg label. Instead, the band decided to turn their Sky & Trees label into Agit Prop and went on to finance and manage their first release all on their own.

Their 'Revolution' single was released in 1985 on their own Agit Prop label, and quickly sold out. More pressings were released, and it proved to be a strong single which criticized big time bosses, and it came up in the Independent charts peaked at number four. It was a very 'DIY' record, so the band spent hours writing all their literature on the single, as well as going through a production line consisting of the band getting all the singles started and finished from scratch by hand. It was widely distributed since the people around their area weren't too interested in it, but once spread across to wider audiences, it became a success and helped boost the band's profile, despite people saying that they had somehow 'sold out' since they went from releasing tapes to records.

Vocalist/guitarist Lou Watts.

They followed in 1986 by releasing a split E.P. with another band called 'A State of Mind' and released it on Agit-Matter Records which was a combination of those two band's own independent labels.

Also in 1986, Chumbawamba released their most brilliant album titled 'Pictures of Starving Children Sell Records' which was a 'concept album' counter-attacking the 'Live Aid' program to make people question it and ask why these pictures of Starving Children exist seeing as though the band saw capitalism as the main culprit(they often had members of the band hold up pictures of starving children while they played). They also used it to attacked several celebrities from certain bands who supported it such as David Bowie, Freddie Mercury from Queen, Paul McCartney from The Beatles, Jagger and Richards from the Rolling Stones and Cliff Richard. The band had originally already finished the album, but when they saw Live Aid on television which was viewed by over a billion people, they scrapped all the lyrics and started over. They stressed that the media has tricked people into believing that charity is the only definite answer to malnutrition and the band also believed that we are not making any kind of real change with it, and that we should look into how the capitalist organizations who are asking for donations are actually the reason why the children are starving in the first place and that we need to attack them. Other topics of third world exploitation are also covered such as Unilever, Coca Cola and racism(there is a a bit on the music label E.M.I. too since they were sending money towards projects that were building weapons for war at the time).

Danbert on the right vocalising.

However, despite the success, the band became a target under the police force, and were often held, questioned and searched at their home by them. Sometimes, the police would barge in with sledge hammers to try and find non existent drugs and explosions, and several times after the searches, the band would return to find their property damaged, as well as their pamphlets, diaries, books, posters and lyrics confiscated. In 1986, riot police broke Alice Nutters leg at an anti-N.A.T.O. demonstration, but she continued the play the tour with a cast. Next, after getting tired of getting pulled over by police so many times in their van before and after gigs, the band decided to paint 'Young Christian Cyclists' on their van, which actually worked in deceiving the police, since they were never pulled over again. At some point, Danbert Nobacon went in to go see The Clash with a paint gun, and managed to shoot paint all over the band, and followed by making a successful escape.

In 1987, the band released another 'concept like' album titled 'Never mind the Ballots' on their Agit Prop label which was made in response to the U.K. general elections. Even though they only had a two weeks notice of the elections, they still managed to record and release the record, despite saying that the rush resulted in one 'good side' and one 'crap side' on the record. The band was not saying to not vote, but to question the election, saying that it is only a substitute for real change, for real choice. The band also said to look closer into how the election works, because politicians will trick us and lie to us just to get us to vote for them so they can continue to keep us in our place. The fact that all we get to do to make our voices heard and make 'real' change is taking five seconds of our life to mark an 'X' for our vote towards someone we'll probably never meet or know was considered a joke to the band. Often at gigs, they would hang a huge backdrop behind them while playing reading: "The Vote Changes Nothing. The Struggle Continues".

Later on that year, The band disguised themselves as 'Scab Aid' and released 'The Scum' which was an attack on the Sun's newspaper for it's horrible treatment towards it's workers and releasing biased news coverage, and it became New Musical Express 'Single of the Week' until they found out it was Chumawamba in disguise.

By this time, the band had gigged with several bands including Poison Girls, No Defences, Reality Control, Karma Sutra, Thatcher on Acid, The Ex, Blyth Power, Mekons, Dan, Culture Shock, Conflict, Oi Polloi, Subhumans, Flux of Pink Indians, Disorder and Amebix.

Between 1987 and 1988, the band appeared in several compilations consisting of 'A Vile Peace' on Peaceville Records, 'Mindless Slaughter' on Anhrefn and 'This is the A.L.F.'. 1988 saw the release of their 'English Rebel songs, 1381-1914' album which upset several of their followers since all the tracks were a cappella protest songs. Their sudden change to dance and pop continued to make them less and less followed, but they were trying to challenge their listeners, not sell out.

Guitarist/vocalist Lou Watts.

In 1991, guitarist Boff, bassist Mavis and drummer Harry brought back The Passion Killers for their 'Whoopee! We're all going to die!" 7". Next, Chumbawamba continued to release material, until the band suddenly decided it could be acceptable to sign on the E.M.I. label to release their 'Tubthumper' C.D. It sold over five millions copies, and blasted the band into stardom, infuriating those who were still there supporting the band. During the nineties, Chumbawamba basically went through a big change, and it upset their anarchist audience so much that it caused an anti-Chumbawamba E.P. featuring such bands as Wat Tyler, Riot/Clone and Oi Polloi bashing the band for singing on to E.M.I and 'selling out'. Chumbawamba continued to relase lots of material during the nineties and two thousands, but I'll stop here, seeing as though I find most of their later period irrelevant.

Left to right:Guitarist/vocalist Lou Watts, vocalist Alive Nutter and lead vocalist Danbert Nobacon.

When it came to justifying their decision to sign on to the E.M.I. label which they used to hate so much, they tried to say that the label had changed since it was no longer funding nuclear arms by that time. The band managed to develop a strict contract that wouldn't limit their freedom as artists and be fair, and most of the money was given away to charity. If this is true, would it be all right for all the other bands to do the same?Still, nearly all of their eighties followers abandoned them, but the band carried on regardless. They may no longer be as visually or lyrically powerful as before, but the band continues to live on today.

backdrop reads: Stop taking orders from his master's voice! Danbert, Lou and Alice are on the mike stands.

"How to Get your Band on Television"

"I'm the boss of the company

and I've got hunger working for me.

Listen, and you'll begin to understand-

I built my profits on stolen land.

It's the economics of supply and demand;

and I make the demands around here."

Product sells, people die.

Same manipulation wrapped in lies.

Give a little money and play your rock & roll.

The biggest prizes to the biggest fools.

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.

welcome to the show

and here the audience participates.

On our show tonight

we got lots of surprises in store for you at home.

In keeping with the fashion for charity, not change,

here's our contribution: we've called it slag Aid.

For every pop star that we slag off today,

A million pounds will be given away!

Paul McCartney - Come On Down!

With crocodile tears to irrigate this ground.

Make of Ethiopia a fertile paradise

where everyone sings Beatles songs

& buys shares

in E.M.I.

Freddie Mercury - This Is Your Life!

Thank the lord that you were born white,

and thank apartheid

for this wonderful opportunity

to peddle your hypocrisy in Sun City.

David Bowie - The Price is Right!

A suitful of compassion and a gobful of shite.

Still the voices of those who doubt.

Coca-Cola for the peasants to end this drought.

Jagger & Richards - Game For a Laugh!

Dancing us down the garden path

to a place where money grows on trees

where cocaine habits are financed by hunger and disease

Ask the puppet-masters who pull the strings,

"Who makes the money when the puppets sing?"

Ask the corporations, "Where does the money go?"

Ask the empty-bellied children: "What are we singing for?"

And Cliff Richard - 3, 2, 1!

The god who remains when the religion's gone.

Cliff, we've got a special surprise for you today,

so come closer; step this way.

Cliff, you're such an example of moral worth,

such a purist saint come to bless our earth,

that behalf of our viewers watching on telly,

and on behalf of the millions with empty bellies,

we're donating something special that we're all going to like:

Cliff Richard, we're going to nail you up to a cross Tonight!!

Ladies and Gentlemen, just imagine it-

Someone comes along,

takes everything you own,

your space, your house;

separates you from your family; and then hits you in the face if you say anything different. Well, that's what we've been doing to the Third World for the past 400 years. That's YOU and ME. You the viewers at home, me in the studio, the pop stars, everyone. that's how we make the Third World, today and every day. If you want any correspondence with the programme, just send your answers - LETTER BOMBS ONLY! - to:

BP House

Victoria Street

London SWI

Thank you and goodnight!

Feed the World:Starve the Rich.

Goodnight!

I know there must be more.

I know there must be more

than giving just a little bit more

when half of this world is so helplessly poor.

Starved of a real solution -

Only charity and tradition.

And the cycle of hungry children

will keep on going round.

I know there must be more.

Will keep on going round.

I know there must be more.

Will keep on going round.

I know there must be more.

Until we burn the House of Commons to the ground.

"British Colonialism and the B.B.C."

"I'm the boss of the B.B.C.

I'm the monkey at the top of the media tree".

Bulletin:

"Your version of the riots in Cape Town

comes second-hand from me.

Chewing and spewing this revolution

for popular T.V.

All your opinions are carefully chosen

by what we'll let you see.

Televised crap dressed up as fact-

your soap reality.

"We only want the chance to show the Editor's side

of struggle in the news.

Close & closer to the state's eye-view

and further from the truth.

Push a microphone to the mouth of this youth

bewildered and confused.

Misreported, distorted, misquoted,

a ready-made victim to be used."

"And we'll quote you on things that you never said.

Put this pencil to your head,

and kill your revolution dead."

T.V. tells us what to be and what to say and what to do,

how to act and how to lie but never question, why?

Fighting to stop this mass-deception.

fighting to scarp the pass-laws.

Fighting to end misuse of land.

Fighting to close down diamond mines.

Fighting to feed their hungry mouths.

Fighting to change the world.

Here, we sit on a fence

built by distance and enforced by lies;

is a full stomach all it takes

to keep us pacified?

"Commercial Break"

"I'm the wife of the Boss of the company,

and I always make my husband answer to me;

With what he says about the blacks, I totally agree -

The main problem is, they're not civilized, you see.

Look at the way they squabble between themselves.

Rioting at funerals - they'll surely go to hell.

If you gave them nice houses, they'd only burn them down.

(You don't get that in a white man's town)

and boycotting products wont do them any good,

you see they need the trade to help buy food,

and when I visit my niece on he beautiful homestead,

the blacks who work for her seem really quite content.

So I'll agree with my husband; 'Let things stay as they are' -

That's always been his motto, and we've gone far."

"Unilever"

When you don't want to feed the world.

When you just want to feed your bank balance.

Wash your guilt away:

Unilever washes whiter!

Soap to clean those dirty hands,

and a slap for the people who work the land!

Unilever

Man-made hunger.

Soap in our eyes.

John West is the best!

Old soap opera.

No soap reality.

Legal slave trade.

Domestos kills all known truths dead.

Soap to wash the darkest stain.

Profit covers up the pain

of a sow, deliberate genocide,

and all the dirt you want to hide.

Take the black and wash it whiter.

Brooke-Bond Oxo.

Blue Band, Bird's Eye.

Lifebouy, Sunsilk.

Persil washes Whiter!

We make whitewash.

We sell whitewash.

Consume whitewash.

Consumed by whitewash.

Soap to wash the darkest stain.

Profit covers up the pain

of a sow, deliberate genocide,

and all the dirt you want to hide.

Take the black and wash it whiter.

Whitewash, buy it!

Somewhere in this cycle there's me and you,

what are we prepared to do?

Somewhere in this cycle there's me and you,

what are we prepared to do?

Somewhere in this cycle there's me and you,

what are we prepared to do?

Somewhere in this cycle there's me and you,

what are we prepared to do?

Somewhere in this cycle there's me and you,

what are we prepared to do?

Somewhere in this cycle there's me and you,

what are we prepared to do?

Somewhere in this cycle there's me and you,

what are we prepared to do?

Somewhere in this cycle there's me and you,

what are we prepared to do?

"More Whitewashing"

Children in school forced to the desk.

Finger the atlas, study the test.

Lies and opinion presented as fact.

Taught to accept and never to ask.

(Those smiling workers in Ladybird books,

they're not picking coffee at all.

They're busy with bricks and mortar,

building the company wall).

Flickering pictures hypnotize.

We spend our lives watching other's lives.

too much watching to realize

that this is a smokescreen,

and this is why people die.

(Those smiling news presenters,

they're not reading cue-cards at all.

They're busy with brush and bucket,

whitewashing the company wall).

Set yourself up and play it again.

force the tars, and entertain.

Sing about a world of make-believe.

Force this charity and leave.

(Rich people who claim to know

what's wrong this this world

can't know anything at all.

They're busy giving orders

for us to build their second homes).

Flickering pictures hypnotize.

(And we who take the orders,

and refuse to question it all,

we're busy with spade and bible,

burying the poor.)

Burying the poor.

We spend our lives watching other's lives.

Burying the poor.

To much watching to realize

that this is a smokescreen,

and this is why people die.

Mass-manufactured and given away:

Blinkers to get you through your day

so you'll never ever know to what extent you're involved.

Easily fooled, all your problems solved.

You'll say starvation has nothing to do with you -

You saw it in print, so it must be true.

And the documentary explained it all:

It's simple matter of birth control!

If you send a little money you can sleep tonight,

or starve in sympathy on a Limmits Diet.

And you know that charity cures malnutrition,

and hunger put the sparkle back in television.

Hunger put the sparkle back in television.

"An Interlude. Beginning to Take it back"

Words to describe Nicaragua of old:

Cash crops and hunger and U.S.-control.

Coffee and sugar on company land

made to supply what the boss would demand.

Then one July morning in '79,

Nicaragua decided to leave it behind.

And the people are learning to take back their lives,

as the country will change, Sandanista survives.

Women are winning what they've never known.

the power to organize outside the home.

Starting to find what is equal and fair,

ensuring that this revolution is shared.

Regaining lost chances, demanding much more.

Running the factories, fighting the war.

And the people are learning to take back their lives,

as the country will change Sandanista survives.

Nobody claims that it's over and done.

There's too much depends on enlistment and guns,

and raising their children and filling their plates,

and chasing the Contras to Washington State.

The Yankee conspiracy thrown to the ground.

That's where the spirit of change can be found.

And the people are learning to take back their lives,

as the country will change, Sandanista survives.

And the people are learning to take back their lives,

as the country will change, Sandanista survives.

"Dutiful Servants and Political Masters"

Things were rather different in Great-Grandfather's day.

He just put a chain around their ankles & made them work for no pay.

He took everything they owned and yet still demanded more.

He did a bloody good job in taming the poor.

Now I'm rather more subtle, I say 'I'll tell you what I will do -

I'll do everything I can to try and help you.

And you'll be helping me, "I say, "I'll see that you're alright

You can have a place of your own, you can even pretend to be white.

And you won't have to worry, I'll have a quiet word with your mates.

Oh, they'll be all right, they'll have enough on their plates.

I'll put a it in their mouth, you just pull hard on their reigns.

they'll do anything for you and they on't complain.

You'll be so much better off, " I say, "You can share my paradise.

Just sign my piece of paper and I'll organize your life".

And it never fails, it does the trick, it works every time.

So me and my dear wife and the family's doing fine.

Great Grandad got his dukedom when slavery was abolished.

Dear old dad became a Viscount when the Empire was finished,

but times have changed (and for the better) with freedom of choice -

We're a thousand times richer, Q.E.D. his Master's Voice:

A dog stares into a gramophone trumpet, waits for it's call to action.

Mute and obedient; Standing to attention.

Look a little closer: the dog is a woman.

she's working under a system that she can't understand.

Trapped inside a world of labour and heat.

So that she and her children will be able to eat.

The trumpet is patriarchy, it's old and fixed.

Where poor men are lured by the desire to be rich.

Where the limited power is still given to men.

Where development aid is so wastefully spent.

Where western education enforces this crap.

Where women work in the open - yet live in a trap.

There's one solution, and this is it:

The dog leaps on the gramophone and has a shit.

"...And in a Nutshell"

And the company director spins the globe,

looks into an atlas of the world.

A supermarket lifestyle for us all.

A thousand nations under company control.

Coca-Cola got machines in every land.

No-one got the teeth to bite the hand.

Stole their labour, their culture and their lives.

The create a Coca-Cola paradise.

Swallowing their soft drinks and their lies.

Let's take the blindfold from our eyes...

"Invasion"

The first world's got greedy, we're consuming it all.

The third World's got hunger and military control.

this unequal balance is a master-plan.

One gets rich from the other's land.

They've got it all worked out; and we give our consent.

They've got it all worked out for Central America.

They've got it all worked out for Africa (etc, etc)

And in our naivety we believe myths and over consume.

And give them our consent.

Dying in the shadow of the U.S.A.

"Let them eat bullshit, make the land pay".

Make a fast deal with the local elite.

Then substitute cash-crops where once grew wheat.

Build a cycle of dependence on a starvation-diet

with food as a weapon, workers stay quiet,

and multinational names have blood on their brands

from taking an interest in misused lands.

Del Monte, Tate & Lyle, Ralston Purina.

Coca-Cola, R.T.Z. and Unilever.

All packaging lifestyles for the glamorous west.

Expand the company; exploit the rest.

We are not isolate by distance,

but by greed and our racist history.

Just a wall's-width away.

Still impossible to reach across

this space in front of me.

It's we who write this history.

We who guard the money-tree.

We support the companies -

We stole the colonies.

And when the system starts to crack,

we'll have to be ready to give it all back.

And when the system starts to crack,

we'll have to be ready to give it all back.

And when the system starts to crack,

we'll have to be ready to give it all back.

See the space which lies between the rich and the poor.

How the space increases as we keep on taking more.

Keeping that space between us all.

Is how the west can keep control.

With a mission and a chequebook promising aid.

Posing for the camera the United Nations man came.

He talked of control and the terrible drought,

and the way that the west would bail them out.

then he stopped smiling and he talked conditions

of mutual aid; of American wishes,

sending aid with sewn-on strings.

If they won't buy arms - then it's pulled back in.

Feeding the world American style.

Col. Sanders has an empire behind his smile.

Back up the investments with a military regime.

Then cleverly he says: "It's to keep the world free!"

But the multinational myths are beginning to fall.

the poor don't want aid, they want control.

And if we really want to see the Third World eat,

we've got to see through the wrapping on the high street.

Past barriers of culture that dictate our lives.

We're busy consuming as the other half dies,

and the answer's not a question of charity -

Not whilst profit's still the top priority -

So let the glossy shop-fronts know what to expect,

and you Bosses of companies...

...And the cycle of hungry children

will keep on going round.

Will keep on going round.

Will keep on going round,

until we burn the multinationals to the ground.

"Always Tell the Voter what the Voter Wants to Hear"

"You want jobs? I've got jobs!

Hospitals? Top of my list!

Tax cuts and platform shoes

for every small business man!

... Just give me your vote."

Just give me your vote.

"Schools, prisons? Of course we'll build 'em!

Condoms for the American G.I.'s!

Nuclear reactors will breed like rabbits!

Police oppression? You can have it, sir!

... Just give me your vote."

Put your cross in the box!

"You want houses? See me afterwards!

Want my autograph? See my bodyguard.

Pre-election budget handouts!

You want a war? No Problem.

... Just give me your vote."

"Come on Baby (Let's do the Revolution)"

Come on baby, let's do the revolution.

€6 for the record, €7 for the T-short.

A picture of the band

and a ticket for the promised land.

Watching all the bouncers

systematically beating up the dancers

to the rhythm of a pocket of change;

here's the group with all the answers.

Vote for the party and

keep your mouth shut!

Same chains of command.

All power taken out of our hands.

Politics pays the piper

in this company-land.

Come on Baby, let's do the revolution.

They say we'll all be equal

when they take control.

Vote for the party and

wallow in our rock and roll

Roadie! My guitar!

"The Wasteland"

Said the party to the adman,

"We'll conjure up a gimmick -

The way to lead an ass

is with a carrot and a stick.

Dig down for minorities,

promise them concessions,

ride in on their backs

and teach them all a lesson:

1. Unemployment means depression

2. You're just victims of the recession.

3. (We can count on their support

if we can channel their emotions)."

Populate the wasteland

between leisure and the grave.

work and pray and place your vote,

and someday you'll be saved.

All these myths come tailor - made

to suit the company director.

Myths that praise the dignity

of cheap, disposable labour.

Two different routes

to an industrial heaven.

Work for

1. Boss, and

2. Parliament.

And all will be forgiven.

It's fear of being sacked

that let's the Boss step up the pace

because the minute you step out of line

there's someone took your place.

Populate the wasteland

between leisure and the grave.

Work and pray and place your vote,

and someday you'll be saved.

said the M.P. to the media:

"Can't we juggle this around?

Sprinkle sugar on the dogshit

and we'll keep the figures down.

Never let the left hand

see what's in the right.

No-one's any wiser

and the problems out of sight..."

Take our democratic choice -

Take a scheme or starve.

Job Clubs, Restart, Y.T.S, C.P's, E.A.S:

Company profits doubled.

Wages chopped in half.

Job Clubs, Restart, Y.T.S, C.P's, E.A.S:

Take our democratic choice -

Take a scheme or starve.

Company profits doubled.

Wages chopped in half.

Take our democratic choice -

Take a scheme or starve.

Company profits doubled.

Wages chopped in half.

Take our democratic choice -

Take a scheme or starve.

Company profits doubled.

Wages chopped in half.

Take our democratic choice -

Take a scheme or starve.

Company profits doubled.

Wages chopped in half.

Take our democratic choice -

Take a scheme or starve.

Company profits doubled.

Wages chopped in half.

Take our democratic choice -

Take a scheme or starve.

Company profits doubled.

Wages chopped in half.

Take our democratic choice -

Take a scheme or starve.

Company profits doubled.

Wages chopped in half.

Work and pray and place your vote,

and someday you'll be saved.

Offer your life to the one true church:

In the name of the conservative party,

The Labour Party

and the Liberal Alliance.

The promised land where banks outnumber churches,

and your cars shall be martyrs to the cause!

Capitalism in crisis...

But on the third day it shall rise again.

"Today's Sermon"

"Though they broke my legs,
they gave me a crutch to walk.

Though they broke my legs,
they gave me a crutch to walk.

Though they broke my legs,
they gave me a crutch to walk -

Their laws to guide me
and a crutch to walk"

Government be with you!

Ah-men!

"Ah-men"

A visionary pause in the cycle
when she refused to buy or sell.
When the daughters of perfect wives
said there must be more than sacrifice.
Needed more than symbolic change.
More than silent wasting away.
In factories and sterile marriages.
(He was god. She was powerless.)
With a brick for every year of life,
she set out for the house of lies -
The Old Boy's Club under siege.
His lordship cowered under his seat,
called for brandy and reinforcements,
blasted away at every movement.
Close to breaking down the door.
Past thick blue line and stupid laws.

Black Friday left her bruised and stubborn.
One brick from winning the struggle!
Rapunzel hacked at the ivory tower.
Asquith, quickly rose to the hour...
Appealed to patriotism, oily smiles
gave nothing, called it compromise.
Guaging the situation perfectly
said, "Ladies! Ladies! Listen to me!
1914, we're on the brink of war -
Pick up a flag, drop you cause!
Your targets are counter-revolutionary.
Take my hand in democracy!
Here's a piece of paper
your officially free.
Here's a list of instructions
for you to obey;
(And here's a sharp knife
to cur your own throat.
Small sacrifice in return for a vote...)"
Whispered word in Pankhurst's ear-
Visions of the first woman peer
led women down the garden path
and into the arms of the enemy.
Jail and force - feeding, wasted martyrdom
sold her songs for the National Anthem.
Slotted the smile back neatly in place.
Served refreshments.
At the end of the race.
All demands reduced to a joke.
X marks the plague: abandon hope.

Butlers still pouring brandy for the rich.
"Excuse me,
could you pass me the privilege?"
A woman's voice, the Sates ideal.
Same vested interests, same dirty deals.
Currie & Williams immersed in the times:
Examples to keep the rest in line.
Currie & Williams, two of a kind:
Examples to keep the rest in line.

"Mr. Heseltine Meets his Public"

Mr. Heseltine you drove into our town.
The northern rain always drizzling down.
Shoppers at the window stopped to look,
As you signed another copy of your book.
'Cause you have all the power
And you have all the wealth,
and we've got nothing but ourselves.
We've got nothing but ourselves.
We've got nothing but ourselves.

So we'll do away with leaders, bosses and police
Reclaim our actions, rediscover our voices
Salvage our integrity, reassert our dignity.
Power in the heart of the community.

Mr. Heseltine listen to me.
We don't want power
and we don't want money.
We're fighting for the right to decide
how the power and the wealth
be equally divided.
Old people in Seacroft need money for bills.
Single mums with kids want decent meals.
and we all want new coats
When all's said and done.
They're all worn out
From being walked upon.

There comes a time when we organize.
When we take control of our daily lives.
When we don't obey orders from authority.
When we disbelieve the myths of democracy.

Democracy Street,

Britain's longest running soap opera,

with the added illusion

of audience participation.

Our act tonight, on the left,

capitalism that's right,

on the right,

capitalism is it,

in the middle,

probably the best capitalism in the world.

Remember it's your choice,

your five seconds worth of action that counts.

I mean that most sincerely voters.

Sit tight, keep quiet, 'till the next time.

The next time being one thousand eight hundred and twenty-five days away.

Well if freedom is the choice between greed and practically the same impression,

then I'll take the one thousand eight hundred and twenty-five days.

Never mind the ballots,

here's the rest of your life.

Mr. Heseltine drove away.
Two more appointments in the north today.
Helpless and powerless,
we join the queue for the metro bus,
and Mr. Heseltine I've made up my mind.
I'll never give support to you and your kind.
And Mr. Heseltine I've made up my mind.
I'll never give support to you and your kind.

And Mr. Heseltine I've made up my mind.
I'll never give support to you and your kind.

"The Candidates Find Common Ground"

"Full employment!

slave labour and schemes!"

"An unemployed workforce -

the capitalist's dream!"

("... But let's keep Britain working -

Either way we must keep Britain working...")

Conventional weapons,

to kill people nicely!"

"Nuclear weapons -

to keep the peace!"

("... But weapons, definately -

Either way we must defend ourselves...")

"Nationalization;

with one big boss!",

"No - privatization,

with lots of little bosses!"

("... But someone in control, of course -

Either way there must be someone giving orders.")

A toast to democracy.

The prison guard of this society

sides in the voting game.

Disappear into the same machine.

A toast!

to U.S. bases and nuclear weapons.

To stopping pickets pulling down fences.

To British troops in Northern Ireland.

To the wonderful victory in the Falklands.

To the plastic bullet and the riot police.

To the U.D.M. and the T.U.C.

To isolating gays and to law and order.

To richer bosses and poorer workers.

A toast to democracy.

The prison guard of this society

sides in the voting game.

Disappear into the same machine.

The same machine.

A toast

to longer hours and less pay.

To the courts.

(For those who get in the way)

To the beating of people who step out of line.

To the use of troops to break a strike.

To the expulsion of extremists,

To political with-hunts.

To repatriation and to benefit cuts.

To peaceful settlements.

And No-strike agreements.

To authority, to power, to governments.

"To the annual rise on the M.P.'s wage.

To vested interests, to privilege.

To the party who wins the next election

by definition, a victory to capitalism.

"... Here's the Rest of your Life"

Why settle for what we're shown
When there is so much more?
Sometimes the Book of Law
Is only half the story.

Means and ends:
Deciding where to draw the line.
Loss or work in Sellafield homes,
Or the threat of cancers yet to come?

The choice seems obvious:
There is no choice,
only the option of looking outside,
this narrow definition of "What you see is all there will ever be".
There comes a time -

that time is now -
When every second, every day,
when every action, every thought,
Will tell the world how you cast your vote.

They break our legs,
and we say "Thank you" when they offer us crutches.

Tired of mild reform?
Sick of hand-me-downs?
We topple all the theories to the ground:

All real change
Must come from below.
Our bosses must live in fear
Of the factory-floor.

And when they smile
and they ask for my support,
I'll give them these words
And a bloody nose:

You don't help your enemy
When you're at war.

There are moments in all of our lives.
Tiny sparks still deep inside,
when a new-born baby cries,
when you're watching clouds in a summer sky.

The first time you walked out on strike,
love and sex and holding light,
things that can't be bought
by promises and votes.

I hate the things I love being criminalised.
I hate the straight-jacket schools I grew up in.
I hate M.P.s, judges and magistrates.
I hate being taught to base my life on TV stars.
I hate being kept waiting by bureaucrats.
I hate wars, and all the people who love them.
I hate the idea of living on other people's backs.
I hate being filed, registered and classified.
I hate being watched and monitored.
I hate police.
I hate the way you talk down at me.
I hate being told what to do.
I hate you when you don't listen.
I hate the way you distort my sexuality with pornography.

I hate the pain we inflict on each other,
on animals, and on the Earth.

And I hate how love songs have become such cliches
through endless, shallow repetition.

Each angry word.
Every cynical put-down.
Every song is carefully born
from a hope of something better to come.

All jumbled-up.
Love and hate and love.
Each prompted by the other:
For the cause of peace we have to go to war.

Refusing to sleep
Whilst there's a world to win,
yet happy to dream.
Dreams make the plans to change this world.

Not just some future heaven
but today and every day
in our place of work,
in the queue for the metro bus.