Saturday, June 30, 2007

Afro Punk Various Artists / CD / 2006

Not only did Mathew Morgan - Afro-Punk Director James Spooner's business partner - give us permission to screen Afro-Punk, for a very minimal (almost free!) fee, he also gave us a copy of the Afro-Punk compilation CD.

(Review from logoonline.com)

"Afro Punk may be misnamed as a compilation, but it contains utterly great music. In fact, the tunes here range from the new punk-metal (the opener "Protoculture (Sankofa)" by Cipher), to hardcore ("Kémite (Kahi)" by D-Fe), to melodic punk ("Are You Still Working at That Café?" by Yaphet Kotto, not the actor) to new wave futurism ("Space Dancehall" by Eternals) to emo ("Dance in Blood and Pretend It's Snow" by Fitts and "Boot" by Tamar-Kali) to post-punk and garage rock (" Not Ready" by Slack Republic). And there's much more here in this dizzying, dazzling sampler. This is a compelling and utterly engaging listening experience form front to back, especially for those punters who have the "shuffle" option on the sound box. ~ Thom Jurek, All Music Guide

Not forgetting folk punk ("Loose lips" by Kimya Dawson) I didn't even know folk punk existed!

1. “Protoculture (Sankofa)” by Cipher

What sardony.

This alien bitterness I'm fed. Deuteronomy Chapter 5, Verse

10, "I bestow mercy down to the thousandth generation, on

the children of those who love me and keep my

commandments.” They round them all up. They ordered us

dead 100 thousand, thousand men, women, and children.

Shackled like chattel. Beat 'til we bled. And they all said



so if you wanna burn yourself remember that I LOVE YOU

and if you wanna cut yourself remember that I LOVE YOU

and if you wanna kill yourself remember that I LOVE YOU

call me up before you’re dead, we can make some plans instead

send me an IM, i'll be your friend

16. “Loose Lips” by Kimya Dawson


3. “Are You Still Working At That Café?” by Yaphet Kotto

(they'll never take us all alive;

i work too hard to deal with this shit)

subversive living leaving scars

citizens are tearing a part of you;

this wasn't in the job description