poora party

Off the Fags + Booze

Written by Andrew Fearn and Jason Williamson. From the album 'Divide and Exit', released by Harbinger Sound 2014. 

Tied Up in Nottz

Probably one of R.D.F's biggest tracks 'Babylon' was on the wasteland album which was released in 1991.

Babylon

'Punks with Guns' was released in 1995 and featured on the third Radical Dance Faction vinyl release - Raggamuffin Statement.

Punks With Guns

Sound Of The Suburbs - A Collection Of The Members Finest Moments

Offshore Banking Business / Pennies In The Pound

The Crack

Jah War

Streetcore

Get Down Moses

Two faced rat from the upcoming album 'war music' to be released mid 2016.

3.Two Faced Rat

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

The Brixton Tapes

Alien Nation

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

Cult of the Living Dead

The Proletariat's Soma Holiday was the legendary Boston band's first album. Released in 1983, it is a classic of American hardcore punk. On October 21, 2016 it gets its first official reissue on S-S Records.  http://s-srecords.com 

B4 The Proletariat - Subsidized

A3  The Proletariat - Famine

Hard Times taken from the 2016 album release "War Music" by The Dubtones on Lower The Tone Records.

War Music

Hard Times

performed by: Crass, from the album: The Feeding of the 5000

~Banned from the Roxy (1978)~

Banned from the Roxy... O.K.
I never much liked playing there anyway.
They said they only wanted well behaved boys,
Do they think guitars and microphones are just fucking toys?
Fuck 'em, I chosen to make my stand,
Against what I feel is wrong with this land.
They just sit there on their overfed arses,
Feeding off the sweat of less fortunate classes.
They keep their fucking power cause their finger's on the button,
They've got control and won't let it be forgotten.
The truth of their reality is at the wrong end of a gun,
The proof of that is Belfast and that's no fucking fun.
Seeing the squaddy lying in the front yard,
Seeing the machine guns resting on the fence.
Finding the entrance to your own front door is barred
And they've got the fucking nerve to call it defence.
Seems their defence is just the threat of strength,
Protection for the privileged at any length.
The government protecting their profits from the poor,
The rich and the fortunate chaining up the door.
Afraid that the people may ask for a little more
Than the shit they get. The shit they get.
The shit they get. The shit they get.
The shit they get. The shit they get.
The shit they get. The shit they get.
DEFENCE? SHIT, IT'S NOTHING LESS THEN WAR
AND NO ONE BUT THE GOVERNMENT KNOWS WHAT THE FUCK IT'S FOR.

Oh yes they say it's defence, they say it's decency,
Mai Lai, Hiroshima, know what I mean?
The same fucking lies with depressing frequency,
They say "We had to do it to keep our lives clean"
Well whose like? Whose fucking life?
Who the fuck are they talking to?
Whose life? Whose fucking life?
I tell you one thing, it ain't me and you.
And their system, christ, they're everywhere,
School, army, church, corporation deal.
A fucked up reality based on fear,
A fucking conspiracy to stop you feeling real.
Well ain't got me, I'd say their fucking wrong,
I ain't quite ready with my gun, but I've got my song...
Banned from the Roxy, well O.K.
I never much liked playing there anyway.
GUNS.

Banned From The Roxy

performed by: Crass, from the album: Penis Envy

~Bata Motel (1980)~

I've got 54321
I've got a red pair of high-heels on
Tumble me over, it doesn't take much
Tumble me over, tumble me, push
In my red high-heels I've no control
The rituals of repression are so old
You can do what you like, there'll be no reprisal
I'm yours, yes I'm yours, it's my means of survival
I've got 54321
Come on my love, I know you're strong
Push me hard, make me stagger
The pain in my back just doesn't matter
You force-hold me above the ground
I can't get away, my feet are bound
So I'm bound to say
That I'm bound to stay
Well today I look so good
Just like I know I should
My breasts to tempt inside my bra
My face is painted like a movie star
I've studied my flaws in your reflection
And put them to rights with savage correction
I've turned my statuesque perfection
And shone it over in your direction
So come on darling, make me yours
Trip me over, show me the floor
Tease me, tease me, make me stay
In my red high-heels I can't get away
I'm trussed and bound like an oven ready bird
But I bleed without dying and I won't say a word
Slice my flesh and I'll ride the scar
Put me into gear like your lady car
Drive me fast and crash me crazy
I'll rise from the wreckage as fresh as a daisy
These wounds leave furrows as they heal
I've travelled them, they're red and real
I know them well, they're part of me
My birth, my sex, my history
They grew with me, my closest friend
My pain's my own, my pain's my end
Clip my wings so you know where I am
I can't get lost while you're my man
Tame me so I know your call
I've stabbed my heels so I am tall
I've bound my twisted falling fall
Beautiful mute against the wall
Beautifully mutilated as I fall
Use me, don't lose me
I've got 54321
I've got a red pair of high-heels on
Strap my ankles, break my heels
Make me kneel, make me feel
Turn, turn, turn, like a clockwork doll
Put in your key and give me a whirl
Tease me, tease me, the reason to play
In my red high-heels I can't get away
I'll be your bonsai, your beautiful bonsai
Your black-eyed bonsai, erotically rotting
Will my tiny feet fit your desire?
Warped and tied I walk on fire
Burn me out, twist my wrists
I promise not to shout, beat me with your fists
Squeeze me, squeeze me, make me feel
In my red high-heels I'm an easy kill
Tease me, Tease me, make me see
You're the only one, I need to be me
Thankyou, will you take me?
Thankyou, will you make me?
Thankyou, will you break me?
Use me, don't lose me
Taste me, don't waste me
Use, lose, taste, waste.




Bata Motel

"Sorrow" by Bad Religion from the album 'New Maps Of Hell,' out now!
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New Maps of Hell

Sorrow

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Crisis Point

Terrorist In Waiting

"The Other Half Lives (Politician 2019)" is a reworking of a former Irish top 10 single, that has been used several times on BBC news weirdly enough. The current crisis and right wing swing of global politics, not least in Ireland, the USA and the UK is showing the chasm that exists between the ordinary citizen and the super rich. The decision to re-work, re-write and re-record this track for the upcoming 10" mini album / book / cd box set "Adverse Reality" through Louder Than War Records on December 9th had been based on that.