They say that all good things must come to an end and unfortunately that seems to be the case with Hereford 3 piece Terminal Rage (https://www.facebook.com/TerminalRagePunkBand). A couple of weeks ago, an announcement from Raphael La Roche on behalf of himself and Bob Griffin informed us that they would no longer be playing in the band as guitarist/vocalist Rich Lovell was moving to Portugal. Difficult enough to keep a band going at the best of times but in this Covid/post Brexit age nigh on impossible. The news has just been confirmed by Rich but it looks as though all 3 members will continue making music. There's also a farewell ep.
The band previously featured on here back in 2017 with a track from their Where's Our Democracy? ep in which I described them as "old school and proud, pissed off and loud" https://justsomepunksongs.blogspot.com/2017/07/terminal-rage-class-crime.html
They've put out a couple of top releases since then, including an album titled Common Road. If you've not heard them yet then you can expect powerful, political punk from a "band who gob off with political angst and are led by a frontman who has severe anger issues and a quite foul mouth."
The new ep is titled Breathe and as is often the case with bands that split up it's possibly their best material yet. 4 tracks, all very enjoyable, check 'em out here : https://terminalrage.bandcamp.com/album/breathe
After due consideration, I'm picking this as my favourite, it's called Dead Man Walking...
Dead Man Walking
Do as I sayNot as I do
Growing their pension
Is the life for you
they own our life, we’re their pound of flesh
They’d even to charge to draw your last breath
Work Life crisis
Another job to break you in two
I’m out of patience
As the BBC tells me what’s true
Another liar
Another suited
Empty MP with his minister’s car
Another boardroom, another world
A shattered life, you won’t go far
A bricked up window, keep the rabble out
Homeless yeah? They won’t give you a shout
You need to earn their inherited keep
He’s your boss
But your wasted life ain’t his bastard loss
You’re a dead man walking
When they’re done with you
Dead man walking
But you’ll never have a clue
Dead man walking
A bullet in your head
Dead Man walking
No penny for your thoughts because there’s nothing left
Counting your cash
Trying to look flash
Don’t care about your workforce
When there’s money to be made
Then when you don’t need us
We’re dropped like a stone
You take more care of your
Latest phone
I’ll see you in hell
Where life’s not so swell
Cry for help
To forgive your mess
People died
Your heartless cunts
While the news reports
Another
Distraction
Stunt
You’re a dead man walking
When they’re done with you
Dead man walking
But you’ll never have a clue
Dead man walking
A bullet in your head
Dead Man walking
No penny for your thoughts because there’s nothing left
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