I've just had a message from my friend Gary Hockney who's recommending a new album by a band from Cardiff that his old band played with way back in 1984. He tells me "they are still coming up with fresh sounding stuff and the lyrics are vital" so interest piqued I'm going to check them out...
...And now, after listening to the album, I can say I'm impressed.
They're called No Choice (https://www.facebook.com/nochoiceuk) and a quick look at Discogs suggests they debuted in 1983 with an ep on Riot City Records called Sadist Dream (here's the title track https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e4W6T8MGplQ). Their releases seem to have been few and far between over the course of the last 40 years but they've just released album number 4. It's titled And Still Some Cannot See. It's available in pink vinyl and you can stream it on The Weird Beard Bandcamp page : https://weirdbeardrecs.bandcamp.com/album/and-still-some-cannot-see
As Gary mentioned, the lyrics are deserving of a mention whilst musically the band are spot on. It's driving, melodic punk rock at it's finest. The song I'm going to highlight is a topical piece of observational social commentary. It's called Sites And Sounds...
Jousting tongues and boorish banter
Weekend tales allude to more.
Jonny stoops and does his laces as he's heard it all before
His hi viz strains as chest is pumped out, the air turns blue he's warming up, foreigners and bitches up next, that's it Jonny's had enough.
A site to behold, a one star comedy gold, opinions as facts now told from the tooled up tunnelled visionary. He won't let it go and now he stands all alone as two bob tin pots go yes he's so illuminating. This building stands on it's foundation, courtesy of many hands who's paths to this point all will vary, yes we are all immigrants.
A site to behold, a one star comedy gold, opinions as facts now told from the tooled up tunnelled visionary. He won't let it go so now he stands all alone as two bob tin pots go yes he's so illuminating.
Thanks for this. Glad you like it. Gagz.
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