Brigada Flores Magon (https://www.facebook.com/Brigadafm) are a band from Paris who formed at the end of the 1990's and swiftly established themselves in Europe as the flagship group of the anti-fascist street punk movement. They mix political activism with punk rage and their first album in 15 years (released 2 years after they reformed) demonstrates that the fire still burns as brightly (“The very rage which fuelled us twenty years ago still burns more than ever. This very anger leads us to come back now to shout our rebellion and our solidarity among those who are not heard. It has been two decades, yet society keeps on sinking in the abyss of injustice dug by those in power. We refuse to see our freedom and our rights disappear hopelessly day by day.”).
The line up of the band is Mateo ( vocals ), Julien ( drums ), Goose ( ex-The Decline, guitar ), Arno Rudeboy ( ex-Bolchoi, guitar ) and Laurent ( ex-Ya Basta, bass ). The new album is titled Immortals and in an inspiring internationalist effort, they’ve got Machete Records (France) / Discos Machete (Mexico) / Rebel Time Records (Canada) / RASH GDL (Mexico) / PM Press (USA) / Dure Realite (Quebec) / RASH USA (USA) / SHARP Rio De Janeiro (Brazil) / Three Way Fight (USA) / Unite And Win (Brazil), all joining forces / combining resources to ensure that the album – its music and its message – gets spread far and wide. If you want gritty/anthemic punk rock with a message then check it out... https://brigadafloresmagon.bandcamp.com/album/immortels
This track is accompanied by a video featuring various antifascist demonstrations in Paris, it's a great example of how catchy this band are. It's called Hold The Line...
FRENCH LYRICS
Face aux condés, en première ligne
Devant tes juges, la tête haute
Sous les matraques, les dents serrées
La rage au ventre jusqu’à la nausée
Saisis ta chance, vas-y balance
À droite, une brèche, un homme qui tombe
Dans la fumée, du sang par terre
Faut pas fléchir, fais les rôtir
Ne jamais baisser la tête
Ne jamais desserrer les poings
Ne jamais penser à la fin
Ta détermination est leur défaite
Comes the time, hold the line
Dans la chaleur, la peau qui brûle
Dans ta bouche, un goût de métal
Les yeux qui piquent, un pas devant l’autre
Des cris, des chants, la vague l’emporte
Dans quelques mètres, la fin de leur monde
De nouveau résonnent les chants
de l’humanité, celle qui survit
Ses cris résonnent, frères, elle rugit
Ne jamais baisser la tête
Ne jamais desserrer les poings
Ne jamais penser à la fin
Ta détermination est leur défaite
Seize time hold the Line
ENGLISH LYRICS
Facing the cops, on the front line
In front of your judges, your head held high
Under the truncheons, clenched teeth
Rage in your stomach until nausea
Take your chance, swing it hard
On the right, a breach, a man falling
In the smoke, blood on the ground
Don't flinch, roast 'em
Never lower your head
Never unclench your fists
Never think about the end
Your determination is their defeat
Comes the time, hold the line
In the heat, the skin that burns
In your mouth, a taste of metal
Itchy eyes, one step after another
Cries, singings, the wave prevails
In a few meters, the end of their world
The singings resound again
of humanity, the one who survives
Her cries ring out, brothers, she roars
Never lower your head
Never unclench your fists
Never think about the end
Your determination is their defeat
Comes the time, hold the line
