Stone The Crowz – Protest Songs 85 -86

Album Rating: 4/5
Released: 2015

StoneTheCrowz_FrontBand Line Up:

Trevor Speed – Vocals
Trevor Delasalle – Guitar
Mathew Sheath – Bass
Steve Beatty – Drums

  1. Skin Deep
  2. Friendship Through Profit
  3. No More Asking Nicely
  4. Religion Only Exists
  5. Skin Deep
  6. Blood On Your Hands
  7. New Dawn Of Death
  8. Cuntstable ’85
  9. Deaf To Death
  10. No Way
  11. No More Asking Nicely
  12. Religion Only Exists
  13. Suffer Little Children
  14. Minds Decayed
  15. Friendship Through Profit
  16. Blood On Your Hands (live)

It’s a funny old world when a defunct anarcho punk band release a set of songs from a bygone age and they still hold such powerful and relevant meaning today. Stone The Crowz were made up of three vegetarians and one vegan so it’s unsurprising that much of the music on offer attacks the fur trade and vivisection. They may well have been street punks but the lyrics to their songs are a precious reminder of the power of the word.

Given that the style of music on offer lends itself to raw production it’s hardly any wonder that much of the album is virtually timeless. There’s a post seventies sophistication to some of the song structures while the kind of tight tempo changes seen in the last decade or so are noticeable by their absence. The vocals are classic London snot rock, so much so you can detect the direct influence of ironically butter loving John Lydon from back when he was Rotten.

Where before this would be real shock rock, now it’s almost as acceptable as those postcards tourists love of that couple sporting mowhawks. Punk in this form has almost become a musical red telephone box, it is safe and inherently British. This is a good thing though because now instead of those insightful lyrics being wasted on those that will simply sing along in agreement they might actually get to be heard by those for whom they will provoke a new way of thinking. The human race still has a lot to learn and Protest Songs should serve a gateway to a collective conscience we tend to see precious little of.

Review by Gary Trueman