"WE ARE FUCKING ANGRY"
Thus reads the banner on the Facebook page of Durham (North Carolina) punk rappers The Muslims (https://www.facebook.com/TheMuzlimz/). And it's true, they are. Very. Listed amongst their "likes" are Black Punks. Brown Punks. Femme Punks. Ghetto Punks. GNC Punks. Ratchet Punks. Dyke/Trans/Queer/Faggy Punks. Punks who piss on Nazi graves... What they don't like are racists, homophobes, bigots, the intolerant and Donald "fuckface" Trump.
They're an all queer, black & brown trio featuring Qadr (vocals/guitar), FarraH BaHbaH (drums) and Abu Shea (bass). They mix up punk, afropunk, hardcore and rap-rock. They're direct in their verbal attacks but they certainly aren't po-faced whiners. They add plenty of biting satire to their incendiary songs.
They've recently released a new album titled Gentrified Chicken. It let's rip at the usual targets but does it in a style that makes it seem fresh and vital. White power goons who blame everything on Mohammad, trigger happy cops, government surveillance, gentrification, inequality etc... There's even a "sort of" Blink-182 cover!
You can find it here : https://themuslims.bandcamp.com/album/gentrifried-chicken
This track hits out at the relics of a dying system, the flag flying proud boys and the racist establishment that enables them. It's a great companion song to the Bob Vylan track I featured a couple of weeks ago (http://justsomepunksongs.blogspot.com/2020/03/bob-vylan-we-live-here-guest-review-by.html). It's called Punch A Nazi...
Punch a Nazi
Punch a Nazi
Punch a Nazi
Punch a Nazi
Punch that Nazi in the face
Knock his teeth back in his brain
And if that inbred scum gets up
Kick that cracka in his gut
Punch that Nazi in the face
Make sure that he’s seeing stars
And when that khaki bag comes to
Beat him till he’s black and blue
Beat him up
Best him up, beat him up, beat him up, beat him up
Point em out
Point em our, point em out, point em out, point em out
Beat him up
Best him up, beat him up, beat him up, beat him up
Point em out
Point em our, point em out, point em out, point em out
Punch that Nazi in the face
Knock his ass into outerspace
When that fucking bitch comes down
Drag his ass through sundown town
Punch that Nazi in the gut
Beat him till he’s pissing blood
Make him say your fuckin name
Tear that ass up all the same
Beat him up
Best him up, beat him up, beat him up, beat him up
Point em out
Point em our, point em out, point em out, point em out
Beat him up
Best him up, beat him up, beat him up, beat him up
Point em out
Point em our, point em out, point em out, point em out
We want peace so we’ll beat your ass to pieces
You’d kill us so your death with bring us justice
You’re a relic of a dying fucking system
Take the proud boys with them
And all the KKK Killer Cops
Punch that Nazi in the balls
Whoop his ass til he fuckin falls
If that mayo bread talks back
Jam that marten in his crack
Punch that Nazi in the throat
That should keep his no-lips shut
Noose that flag around his neck
Tell the boys to string him up
Beat him up
Best him up, beat him up, beat him up, beat him up
Point em out
Point em our, point em out, point em out, point em out
Beat him up
Best him up, beat him up, beat him up, beat him up
Point em out
Point em our, point em out, point em out, point em out
Beat him up
Punch a Nazi
Punch a Nazi
Punch a Nazi
Punch a Nazi
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