New Radical

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released March 21, 2017

'New Radical' definition:

Q. When I say the word 'activist', what do you think of?

Perhaps you think of a weed-smoking hippy, or an aggressive militant. Maybe you imagine somebody waving a placard, shouting through a megaphone or rioting in the streets. Whatever you imagine, most people would describe an activist as somebody who chooses to fight, to make some sort of change in the world.

But in this exceptionally violent political climate, there is another type of activist on the rise; the 'Accidental Activist' or the 'New Radical'. A New Radical doesn't fight out of choice, they fight to survive. They become active out of personal necessity, to defend themselves and secure their own immediate existence. They don't choose resistance, nor is activism their vocation. If they aren't successful in their struggle, they lose their life - not their job. For this reason they fight efficiently, not gloriously. They move with urgency and secure victory by any means necessary.

New Radicals are disabled people who fight the cuts to their disability benefits, or the terminally ill who are being declared "fit for work" by the DWP. They are the families opposing estate regeneration, forced to fight to stop the demolition of their homes and the ripping apart of their communities. They are the young people being made homeless because of cuts to housing benefits, and the women who continue to live in violent households because domestic abuse services are no longer being funded. They are the young black men who organise to protect themselves from murder at the hands of the police. They are the one million people who access the NHS every 36 hours, who will soon have to pay for healthcare and die if they can't afford it. They are the 1 million people who use food banks every year because working 40 hours per week doesn't pay them enough to survive. They are your friends. They are your neighbours. They are you.

Q. When I say the word 'politics', what do you think of?

Maybe you picture the prime minister or old white men in suits. Perhaps you imagine the houses of parliament - filled with MP's who speak in a complicated language that no normal person actually uses. Maybe the word politics makes you think of a faceless, powerful class who all speak in the same accent, wear the same clothes and studied at the same schools. Whatever you may imagine, a lot of people - especially young people - view politics as something that they're not qualified to talk about, or something that they can't/ don't want to become involved with.

But New Radical's understand that they are already involved in politics - whether they want to be or not - and they don't live under the illusion that they are less powerful than those who sit in parliament. They don't accept the narrative that only the privileged in society are deserving of a voice. They don't consider themselves inept or unable to resist, just because they haven't got a masters or a sound grasp of Marxism, for example. They aren't dis-empowered by the circumstance they were born into, instead they take strength from it and use what they've learnt from their experiences to change the system that put them there in the first place. They don't wait for change, because they don't need to. They engage with politics on their estates. They represent themselves, as themselves. They don't wear suits, they wear scars. They push prams and do the school runs. They don't say "here here" they shout "brap brap!!". They spit bars and bun zoots and get waved and skank out. They march in wheelchairs. They didn't necessarily buy their balaclava for the demonstration...

The definition of “radical” in the Cambridge Dictionary is “believing or expressing the belief that there should be great or extreme social or political change”. So it would seem that in Britain in 2017, the belief that everybody should be entitled to a home, to health care and to have our basic needs met, is radical. We are New Radical.

(c) Potent Whisper 2017
Recorded at Brixton Jamm Studios
Mixed/ mastered by Wizard and Rahka EOS
Rebel Syndrome Records
Cover art design by Teto
Cover art photography by Ty Faruki

For all enquiries please contact potentwhisper001@gmail.com

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Track Name: Deep Cuts ft. Tagz (Prod. JEB1)
Chorus

They said they loved you, but then they cut you
They never loved you, they only fucked you
They said they loved you, but then they cut you
They never loved you, they never loved you

Verse 1

Run up on HMRC. Take an army in fake Vercase's
Stamp of the march like bass at parties
Take em all apart and claim our money
Gimme the p - gimme the money bags
Run up in the bank like “gimme the money back!”
Stand back! Grabbing that. Baddin the 1%
Then when I’m done there, I’ll run up on number 10

Baddin him up - jackin him up
Grabbin our cut - stackin it up
Imagine the rush, havin him up
One time. I’m hype. I’m baddin him up
It’s about cash, it’s about pride
It’s about tax, it’s about life
It’s about black, it’s about white
It’s about to bang, and fam it’s about time!

They’re spilling our blood, they’re killing our mums, they started war
If they wanna cut, we’ll build an army on the scars that form
Walking around, talking about how you and the countries' screwed without them
But look who wars them now, even Iain walked out - he knew all about them!

Verse 2

They snatch you, abuse you
They trap you and use you
That’s their attitude, no gratitude
They’re attacking you like Zulu
They tax you, then cut you
They jacked you, they moved you
They had you, they dun you
They don’t have to, they choose to

Baddin him up - jackin him up
Grabbin our cut - stackin it up
Imagine the rush, havin him up
One time. I’m hype. I’m baddin him up
It’s about cash, it’s about pride
It’s about tax, it’s about life
It’s about black, it’s about white
It’s about to bang, and fam it’s about time!

They’re spilling our blood, they’re killing our mums, they started war
If they wanna cut, we’ll build an army on the scars that form
Walking around, talking about how you and the countries' screwed without them
But look who wars them now, even Iain walked out - he knew all about them!
Track Name: Us the Workers ft. Fola (Prod. Rahka EOS)
Verse 1

I wake up and make love to hardship
Pain cums and passes, I dance with its carcass
I taste blood, gargle it and pass it
The same savage cycle, I was born into a casket
I got a line for arms hire
Make you lift your arms higher
Hot peds, car fire, kids skip with barbed wire
Love’s suppressed, mums depressed
Curtains shut, stuck in bed
Counting out the pennies just to buy a loaf of fuckin bread

My father left his kids to die, he kissed us bye and wished us well
He went to live a richer life, his kids survived but live in hell
Love’s become another myth, this is just a different world
Where girls all wanna kiss the guys, but guys are gonna kiss in jail
Deadlock wedlock, but prison is a privilege
When inside you’re fed lots but outside you’re nibbling
It's poverty, there's lots to feed. Me? I haven't got the P!
It's a war, I'm living poor (I can't afford the cost of peace)

Chorus

Us - we’re the one’s who give sweat and blood
Us - we’re the ones who don’t get enough
Us - we’re the ones who could settle up!
Us. Us.

Who built Britain? Us, the workers.
Who are they stickin? Us, the workers.
Who are they killin? Us, the workers.
Now I’m here singing out up the workers
Up the unions, up the workers
Up the services, up the nurses
Matey they need us, the workers
Without us their fuckin worthless

Verse 2

I work hard
Killin myself in the work yard
But I can never make rent which never make sense
While the boss man’s travelling first class
But I’m the one who comes to work
I’m the one who does the work
We’re the ones who create the value
But we’re the ones who suffer the worst

Bun work if it means I’m getting getting ripped off
Getting left to die by a boss
Getting bled dry by a shit job
Gettin boyed boy I’m getting pissed off
We’re the ones who make the money, we’re the ones who made them fat
We’re the ones who run the country and we’re the ones who can take it back!
It’s war now, I’m worn out
Can’t do it anymore, let’s walk out
Fuck your boss bruv, stuff the lot cuz I ain’t gonna be whored out
Paid a minimum wage and we can’t afford the rent, gotta call a friend
How can I work 5 days a week then when it gets to pay day - I’m poor again?!

I wanna war with them - let’s while out
Make the boss take a time out
What would they do if we strike out?
Let’s try it now we’ll find out that
We’re the ones who make the money, we’re the ones who made them fat
We’re the ones who run the country and we’re the ones who can take it back!
Track Name: Like David Like May ft. Fola (Prod. JEB1)
Chorus

Nuh
You ain't no leader bruv
Trust
You never see the blood

When a peace sign is radical
And the people fight for capitol
Where the weak all die like animals
Bruv none of us think that's rational

Verse 1

Matthew wants to talk to you, he’s thought it through, this isn’t banter
Lilly’s tryna explain again she can’t be fit to work with cancer
Chantelle just can’t tell how bombing kids will make us safer
Her question’s heartfelt, but you either laugh or call her traitor
Emily asks why it's always the poor that pays the deficit
While the corporations thrive and we all die to keep you getting rich
Richard asks which alarming threat to Britain permits our arms
to blitz and bleed those innocent kids asleep in Syrian women’s arms?

You're going on like we need survival
War for peace, then repeat the cycle
Seen. What leader would feed their rival?
Who supplies all the guns to ISIL?
ISIS crisis, who devised it?
You and Obama supervised it
For your benefit, you’re the terrorist
But you're not one I sympathise with.

Fuck your armour, our rocks are harder
Out to the younger dons in Gaza
Fuck the police, helicopter, guarda
Come to the street and you’ll meet a martyr
None of us here have fear for drama
None of us here adhere to master
Run up on a hype like “hi I’m karma!”
High commander, time to answer


Verse 2

He’s leading a party of Paedophiles
Just read the files (you'll need a while)
You couldn't write this, just keep your child well away from David's team - a mile
I won't calm down, no I won't relax
I'm bringing arms out, and I'll load the facts
I didn't vote for you, I didn't vote for that
No confidence? Yeah I'll vote for that!

You lead us... to the valley of death
Where the heroes find a "valiant death"
Family's die, your salaries rise and we feel safe... like a stab in the neck!
Your next.
You ain't no leader "bruv"
You don’t speak for us, you never see the blood
When our brave die young and our young die slaves
If you came out here they’d beat you up
Track Name: Remember Love ft. Lara Lee (Prod. JEB1)
Chorus

Breathe and then remember love
Let it hold you
Breathe and then remember love
Let it hold you

Verse 1

Breath... remember love.
Remember the feeling, let it rush
Remember the reason we organise, it's all for the light it's all for the love
That’s why I came, that’s why I’m here
That’s why the rage and why I’m wiping tears
What I lacked, that’s what’s around me
Love allows me to fight the fear

Reconnect, not reinvention
Readjust and free yourself
Meet the rest, share a deep connection
Live in love and we’ll free the world
Just take a breath my friend, we’ll find a path to peace
In our troubles, in our joys
In our struggles, in our dreams

Verse 2

Preserve yourself
If you go too hard, you'll hurt yourself
You wanna ride you wanna fight
You wanna help the world but first help yourself
Just find your base, find the peace
Breath, rise, find release
Find the place you hide beneath
It’s fine to vibe, just try and see

Reconnect, not reinvention
Readjust and free yourself
Meet the rest, share a deep connection
Live in love and we’ll free the world
Just take a breath my friend, we’ll find a path to peace
In our troubles, in our joys
In our struggles, in our dreams