Declan Kennedy • Guilty as Anybody • 2019

Red Eye - Get Up And Fight - 2018

Red Eye aim to address the lack of protest songs that exists today, compared with the rich tapestry of protest songs and singers of the past. To quote Patti Smith, "it is important ... to communicate, to wake people up ... We all have a voice. We have a responsibility to exercise it, to use it."

inspired by Heaven 17’s ‘(We Don’t Need No) Fascist Groove Thing’, the challenge was on to make a far more up beat track compared with the previous Red Eye songs/melancholic ballads. The result was ‘Get Up And Fight’.

My objective when writing it, was targeting apathy rather than advocating violence. It’s aimed at protesting, mobilising and creating a physical and visual opposition to injustice. As Billy Bragg once wrote “wearing badges is not enough on days like these”. These days, neither is a website/internet petition - we need to “Get Up and Fight”.

Mercy - Evil Baby + EP - 2016-2017

“Evil Baby” is a protest song against Donald Trump's presidency.

But it's not a dull political lecture. It's fun, and the video is proudly DIY.

Mercy brings her unique, mesmerizing voice to songs that showcase her eclectic musical tastes and styles, from urban chill, to indie folk, to jazz, to new wave retro disco. In everything she sings, she brings her own unique depth of feeling, as well as a sly sense of humor, which shine through her singing and draw you into her world. 

These songs are the result of a collaboration in the winter of 2015-2016 with Christopher Pellnat, who wrote some of the songs, did production and recording, and played instruments. He sings a duet with Mercy on "A Torrent." 

Eef Barzelay - The Second Coming - 2017

 William Butler Yeats

The Second Coming was written in 1919 in the aftermath

of the first World War. 

Turning and turning in the widening gyre

    The falcon cannot hear the falconer;

    Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;

    Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,

    The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere

    The ceremony of innocence is drowned;

    The best lack all conviction, while the worst

    Are full of passionate intensity.

    Surely some revelation is at hand;

    Surely the Second Coming is at hand.

    The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out

    When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi

    Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand;

    A shape with lion body and the head of a man,

    A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,

    Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it

    Wind shadows of the indignant desert birds.

    The darkness drops again but now I know

    That twenty centuries of stony sleep

    Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,

    And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,

    Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?