Kid Kapichi ft. Bob Vylan - New England

  

  A big hello today to the first great song of 2022. A song that covers similar territory to some of the best tracks that already grace this blog. A song that takes aim at Fool Britannia, that drips with scorn but which combines that ire with a groove that's as good as anything you'll hear anywhere. Who'd have thought punk rock music could be as good, or as relevant 4 and a half decades down the line. Sit up, take note...this is the real deal. 

  Hailing from Hastings, Kid Kapichi (https://www.facebook.com/KidKapichi/) are an ascendant 4 piece featuring a line up of Jack Wilson & Ben Beetham (joint lead guitar/vocals), George Macdonald (drums) & Eddie Lewis (bass). They've already attracted the attention of big hitting media outlets such as the BBC & NME so no doubt this new single will be everywhere that matters very soon... 

  ...Especially as it also features Bob Vylan (https://www.facebook.com/BobVylan). 

  It's a song about patriotism. About the yearning for a time that never actually existed. It's about being sold a dream by agenda pushers. It's a song that wonders if people are so entrenched in their beliefs, does it matter anymore what our leaders do? Are we going to carry on regardless or are we ready for change? 

  It's called New England... 

Welcome to the new world The New England Come witness the greatness of Britain Driving around in a German car Stop for lunch in a sushi bar Get my news from the daily star Get my kicks from the tits and arses Never mind about social classes I’ll cast my vote regardless Is it you can’t change, Or that you won’t change Is it you can’t change, Or that you won’t change Welcome to the new world The New England All heroes, no villains Double decker bus and a bowler hat Bob the Builder Postman Pat Social change, no I don’t want that, just sitting eating crisps in my one bed apartment Politics that’s not my department But I’ll cast my vote regardless Is it you can’t change, Or that you won’t change Is it you can’t change, Or that you won’t change You’re such a fool Britannia Britannia fooled again Britannia you’re so vane You’ve gone insane ‘Coz you’ve been fooled Britannia Britannia fooled again Britannia you’re so strange You’ve gone insane Welcome to the new world The new normal Look at us queuing up, so formal Sunday roast God save the Queen Man United with the boot cut jeans Money in my pocket no I’m not too keen That’s why I keep voting for the rich and heartless Bored of all these moaning artists So, I’ll cast my vote regardless Is it you can’t change, Or that you won’t change Is it you can’t change, Or that you won’t change You’re such a fool Britannia Britannia fooled again Britannia you’re so vane You’ve gone insane ‘Coz you’ve been fooled Britannia Britannia fooled again Britannia you’re so strange You’ve gone insane Too many idiots breathing up the air Huffing and puffing like they just run up the stairs Fighting and cussing like they haven’t got a care but they care about everything that happens over here Not over there, they couldn’t give a toss, if it’s a brown country they steal all the crops Blow it to smithereens and let the bombs drop Then cry about the borders when they try and come across Oh gosh I think this place is going nutty Too much spice, less British bacon butty Worry about your neighbours and worry about the druggies but not the Eton graduates that’s taking all your money Seems they’re taking the piss, not blaming the brown fella is hard to resist You’d of thought that the nation was smarter than this But I’ve got a couple of questions Please answer me this. You’re such a fool Britannia Britannia fooled again Britannia you’re so vane You’ve gone insane ‘Coz you’ve been fooled Britannia Britannia fooled again Britannia you’re so strange You’ve gone insane You ain’t shut them out Ya just locked us in You ain’t shut them out Ya just locked us in You ain’t shut them out Ya just locked us in You ain’t shut them out Ya just locked us in You ain’t shut them out Ya just locked us in You ain’t shut them out Ya just locked us in Au Revoir Arrivederci

Slaves - One More Day Won’t Hurt (Bob Vylan Remix)

  "I'll tell you when I've had enough..." 

    I think it's fair to say that the biggest buzz over any of the songs I've featured on this blog or played on the show so far this year was over the mightily impressive We Live Here which is of course by Bob Vylan (https://bobvylan.bandcamp.com/). They "sort of" feature again today as they've been busy remixing a track that appeared on Slaves' recent ep The Velvet Ditch. You'll probably already know that Slaves are the Kent duo Isaac Holman (vocals/drums) and Laurie Vincent (guitar/vocals) so I don't need to give you the usual background info, just go here if you want to know more   https://www.facebook.com/slaves/

  The track in question is One More Day Won't Hurt. The original version is a bruising cautionary tale about addiction and small town thuggery that pummels you into submission. This new version is no less brutal but it effortlessly bridges the gap between punk and grime. It's the type of release that's going to keep the younger generation interested in the punk scene and it has Bob Vylan's fingerprints all over it. More please....

  One More Day Won't Hurt...

Bob Vylan - We Live Here (Guest Review By Dave Decision)

  It's always good when I can rope in someone to do a guest review, especially when they make as good a go at it as Dave Decision has today. Dave's featured on here before as lead vocalist & guitarist with Falmouth punks Rash Decision (https://www.facebook.com/rashdecision/) and with his other band F. Emasculata (https://www.facebook.com/F.Emasculata/). He also runs Dead Invoices Records (https://www.facebook.com/Dead-Invoices-Records-108058390800098/).

  Dave wants to recommend you all check out Bob Vylan (https://www.facebook.com/BobVylan/), a London duo that are currently blowing up big....

And so it started like any other day, scrolling through my feed when a thumbnail of Bob Vylan’s singer appeared for their single ‘We Live Here’ on YouTube. Their singer is wearing a big fake fur animal patterned overcoat, bleached jeans, boots, sports long dreads and a Crass t-shirt, enough to peak my interest in looks alone. Then the song ‘We Live Here’ plays. Finally a band with something of actual, immediate and relevant substance to say. Something that screams honesty and arresting delivery. The song starts with a distorted and lo-fi guitar before a racist sample pauses the song, allowing the full chorus riff to kick in and pin your shoulders to the wall. Some distorted, rapped vocals pepper scenes of recognisable working class British hotspots including the pub, the corner shop, high rises, police cars, and chips. Sounding strongly autobiographical, the singer talks about elements of his life growing up in London as a mixed-race child with a white mum. The delivery of the chorus line ‘we didn’t appear out of thin air / we live here’ batters and bruises its way to its intended target. Racists, bigots and nationalists are placed squarely in the crosshairs. Sonically, the lo-fi recording is clear enough to make sure they lyrics are heard and their impact can be felt, with the instrumentation grotty enough to broadcast their allegiance to their DIY punk rock roots. And judging by the 6K additional views since I first saw the video a couple of days ago, it looks like Bob Vylan are hitting home. They could be the next Sleaford Mods, or the next Idles in terms of their impact on the modern musical and political landscape…they’ve perfected the acute lyrical snarl we’ve come to expect in punk rock, but it is incredibly rare to hear something so honest and to wear their personal identities and struggles on their sleeve. It’s easy to write about why you don’t like the government, or against animal abuse or climate change, or to reel off well-worn lines about death/war/destruction: there’s plenty of lines to lift from other bands that have trodden this lyrical path for you. Bob Vylan is for those who are a bit braver than that, and are inviting you into their own personal hell. Their live gigs showcase the live delivery of a hardcore band, and their tones display the type of filth and grot that you can’t manufacture in an expensive studio. They’re the real deal, and they’ve got bigger balls than everyone else. They sound…dangerous. How many bands have recently achieved that? Looks like they’ll be working with Venn Records soon, which is owned and managed by Lags from Gallows, so expect to see a lot more of these guys soon. Personally I’ll be shocked if I hear anything better by anyone else all year.

https://bobvylan.bandcamp.com/

  This is We Live Here...