You ain't got much but the boots on your feet
Ain't got no money so you're stealing to eat
Saving every penny just to go to the show
But the homies are playing so you gotta go
So let them have their fashion trends
And the bullshit scene on which they depend
Cuz musics all that matters in your life
With a steel conviction and a heart of pride
Skinhead
Going out every night
Skinhead
Living for the fucking fights
Skinhead
Music is the only cure
For a society of sheep and a fascist war
We'll kick down that fuckin' door (alright)
Boys and girls yeah we're the team
Boots go stomping down a busy street
Cops are gonna hassle and the people stare
But you know who you are and you don't fucking care
Shooting pool in the back of the club
The soundtrack Ska, Rocksteady and Dub
A dying breed but you know the score
Cus the nights your home and its fucking yours
Powerful in every way, this DC hardcore group's first full-length is the siren song to having no home as a person of color—in punk, in society, in America. It could not have arrived at a more appropriate time. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jul 15, 2016
Heady hardcore punk from Black Aubergine has groove, heft, and an experimental edge percolating behind the blown-out surface. Bandcamp New & Notable May 23, 2023