A band that stood up to the viciousness of the Nasty Party.
Punk emerged from Thatcher’s Britain like rabies from a dog-bite with all the bile and fury of the pent-up fury at being regarded as superfluous. It was the voice of the dispossessed who had no future and nothing to lose.
With many bands it was all visceral and mad anarchic angst, not really saying things as much as shouting. With other bands that hormone driven frustration was vocalised in acidic terms that hit out like a scatter-gun at any target going.
The Tom Robinson Band were different. They spoke, or rather shouted, on behalf of the gay community who were just one of the many minority groups to feel the toxic breath of Thatcher’s intolerant venom. The gays, like the miners, unions and anyone with the slightest liberal bent, were being targeted. The law with the infamous clause 28, which made it illegal to promote homosexuality, had activated the police…
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