Prison City Brigade (https://www.facebook.com/PrisonCityBrigade) are a Joliet, Illinois based trio who've been around for over a decade and who feature a line up of Paige "Ratchet" Melnick (Vocals / Bass), Eddie "Zero" Cavanaugh (Vocals / Guitar) & Jose "Possum" Gastelum (Vocals / Drums).
They've just released a very fine new single which immediately felt like an old friend. Straight from the off I was thinking I'd heard it before. Was it a cover? Was it a re release? Nope, it's just one of those timeless sounding punk releases that immediately hits the sweet spot.
Of it the band comment “We’ve done our best over the years to avoid being “too political”, but subtly it’s always been there in different forms. This country and world has come to a point where Ratchet was pissed and it couldn’t be ignored anymore.”
You can find it here :
It's called Do You Hear The People Scream?...
Do you hear the people scream?!
All amongst these bloody streets,
That are paved with policies for inequality,
When the beating of the corpse,
Makes the rich fall off the bone,
Grab your dinner plates and forks,
‘Cause tonight we feast.
Ed Gein our way to freedom,
Dahmer the democracy,
Fish out the beasts and bigots,
To give them Holmes underneath,
Our fight will not die until rights are revived you’ll see!
Do you hear the people scream?!
All amongst these bloody streets,
That are paved with policies for inequality,
When the beating of the corpse,
Makes the rich fall off the bone,
Grab your dinner plates and forks,
‘Cause tonight we feast.
They’ve Barr’d our voice for freedom,
So that the clown and grab around,
Sam is now our leader,
Not the uncle, but the son,
They Manson’d our minds but we see through their lies you feel!
Do you hear the people scream?!
All amongst these bloody streets,
That are paved with policies for inequality,
When the beating of the corpse,
Makes the rich fall off the bone,
Grab your dinner plates and forks,
‘Cause tonight we feast.
Parker-Ray the politicians,
Bundy the bureaucrats,
Raid-er the homes worth billions,
Since the wealth don’t trickle back,
Live within means or we’ll build guillotines,
You’ll see
Do you hear the people scream?!
All amongst these bloody streets,
That are paved with policies for inequality,
When the beating of the corpse,
Makes the rich fall off the bone,
Grab your dinner plates and forks,
‘Cause tonight we feast.
From the river to the sea,
Palestine will be set free,
You can’t aim your bombs at children
And get away Scott free,
War crimes by the ICJ,
There will be your judgement day,
From the rind now to the seed,
One day you’ll see.
